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Finding Myself and My Best Friend

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I’ve decided after talking to a friend that its time I put a few thoughts down in writing, and share them. After all, what harm can it do? I’ve found retelling this story has rekindled a lot of memories and feelings, that I thought I’d left in the past.

This is a true story about how I found myself, and how my best friend and I found each other.

*****

Hi, my name’s Paul.

I don’t think I’d made it all the way through puberty before I started to notice the odd thing different about me, and in all honesty I don’t remember noticing anything before that, but the signs must have been there. I was just too naive or ignorant to accept them for what they were.

Not that anyone else had picked up on anything different about me at all, and certainly no one had ever said anything to me to suggest it.

To get to the point, the first time I noticed that there was something “different” about me was when I was wanking, and men started to appear in my fantasies.

There I was, wanking about whatever girl at school that I was interested in at the moment, and then for some reason one of my mates would appear in there too, and before I knew it, it was just him and me in my fantasy.

God, it scared me! Those few moments after I came, as the realisation sunk in about how much I had cum, and the thoughts that made me cum so much, it was such a surprise, and it scared me. It got the point that I actually gave up wanking in the hopes that the thoughts would go away.

For the record, I gave up wanking for a total of 7 days, a record which to this day hasn’t been broken, and I doubt it ever will.

I had success over the first few days after that, the little victories where it was just me and some girl, or girl’s, in my fantasies, but the boys kept coming back. It was so difficult to shake those thoughts, and over time, I kinda came to grudgingly accept them, but not that I agreed with them.

I was one of those kids that didn’t quite fit in all the time at school. Wasn’t a member of the sports team, accept for that one time I accidentally did too well in athletics and qualified for the regional championships, but we don’t talk about that, and I quickly slithered back into the background and just did my thing. As much as I wasn’t in shape, it didn’t mean I was out of shape, even though my low self esteem would have me thinking otherwise.

I’m an average height guy, which for my home town seems to be about 5″8, slightly better than average looks. Well I like to think so anyways, even though I’m told I’m much better looking than that, and not just by my mother, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and pail Scottish skin. I’m plagued with needing to wear glasses, but that just “adds to my appeal” so I’m told. I also can’t grow a beard for shit, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. I hate it if I’m clean shaven, it’s so much nicer to have a bit of stubble or a few days growth, if only cos it’s nice to play with.

The more I think back about those days, the more I realise just how much confusion I created within myself about my sexuality, and it played havoc with my emotions and self beliefs.

I come from a small town in Scotland, and I’m talking about the late 90’s early 00’s, so you can imagine that “small town mentality” that I grew up around, with gay guys being calls fags and poofs, I always hated that.

I’m thankful that today most of those beliefs have disappeared and we’ve entered a time of acceptance, even in my small home town. Most of Scotland’s political leaders are gay or lesbian, gay marriage is legal and has been for some time, it’s no longer an issue at all! But back then it was, and it was scary for this small town guy to accept.

So, what does a small town guy do, who’s kinda lost his way and doesn’t know what he’s doing?

Answer: He goes off to a big city where he’s even more lost and still doesn’t know what he’s doing.

I moved to Glasgow as soon as I was able at the end of my 6th year at school. I wanted to study engineering, a decision I would later learn to regret, but more importantly I felt this was something I had to do for myself, and try and forge my own life. I’d been stuck in the shadow of my brother and finally I was out from that shadow and free, and I loved it!

My first year I had so much fun, was out drinking, partying, clubbing, making friends and socialising, and yeah, I learned a few things too, including about myself.

I finally lost my virginity, to a woman, and the relief that I was into girls, able to get a hard cock for a girl and fuck her till she said she loved me (which is so off-putting to hear, when you’ve just pulled the girl that night) and she came so hard and so did I. I was very pleased with myself, and I finally thought that was it, no more thoughts of guys in my fantasies, and again that lasted all of…well it didn’t at all.

The thoughts about guys were still there, but I didn’t shy away from them as much as I had before. Ankara escort

The feelings began to grow, but the thoughts I had for women didn’t go away. It was more now that I was at uni, I had full access to the internet, and I began to understand my sexuality better.

I figured I was most likely bisexual, that I was into both sexes, and that I had wasted a week when I was younger not wanking because I was scared to think about guys. Such a waste of time, but this was something I made up for many times over since then, I’m sure.

So, I was bisexual. It took a bit of getting used to, and I always felt that no one would really understand and I couldn’t figure out how to tell them, so I didn’t. I kept it to myself.

It’s more acceptable today, and people understand it better, but back then it wasn’t so well understood. I even got into an argument once with a gay guy over the fact that he didn’t believe it was possible to like both, and refused to believe me, he said it was a myth, and that I was in denial. So, I kept it to myself to save any hassles.

Sorry, I’ve gone off topic again, back to the story.

So, I’m at uni, I’m studying engineering and I’ve recently moved out of student halls and living with one of my mates in a student flat about a mile and a half away from the uni campus. It was a good life, we were good friends. We’d spent the last 3 years living with each other as flat mates in halls, though we were studying different disciplines, and quite often our social lives would go in different circles, but that was uni, and it just meant you had a chance of meeting more new people.

He was Eastern European by birth, but he’d been brought up in the UK his whole life, and still had a bit of an accent. It was this weird mix of Scottish and English accent with the odd word of Polish working its way in. It was awesome listening to him on the phone with his family, I understand only a few swear words in Polish, but how he flew through the call in Polish was immense.

His name was Adok, and he was 2 years older than me, but still looked younger than me. That was weird when we went out and he was ID’d at the bar. He was also shorter than me, which was probably part of why bar staff didn’t think he was old enough. Those youthful looks would serve him well when he was older, but for now he was being punished.

He was also a bit of a geek, after all he was studying civil engineering, with mostly a class full of guys, and no girls to get to know, so I wasn’t sure if he was still a virgin, and we weren’t close enough for me to think it right I ask him questions like that.

Ok, so I was a bit of a geek too, I loved sci-fi, I would read Frank Herbert novels all the time, and if I wasn’t reading Frank I was reading Tolkien, and I still remember when Adok leant me a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, and I was hooked. Yes, I’m a geek, but I just got laid a bit more than he did. A bit.

You see, I had a problem when it came to girls. I fell for the ones who weren’t reachable. The girl in first year who was infatuated with another guy who turned out to be gay (that I also had a bit of a thing for, but he claimed to be into another girl, when he was that bit more messed up in the head than I was about his sexuality – messy I know, so I hope you followed that?)

In second year, again I fell for the wrong girl, who I worked with in the student bar. She was in a bit of a destructive relationship with a guy, but they seemed perfectly suited it turned out. Third year I liked a girl I couldn’t go near simply because my friend liked her too. I found out years later she liked me as well, but she was already with someone, with a kid, so I had to mark that one down to an opportunity missed.

I have barely mentioned guys I liked during that time, and there was one especially who I liked, and I’ll get to him soon enough.

It was the millennium, I had a good social life, a good bunch of mates, both male and female, and I was living my own life away from home, life was good. I don’t want to bring up my life back home too much as it was depressing as hell round about this time, and I was glad to be out of it.

I’ve gone so many lines into this story so far, and I’ve not even mentioned anything to do with sex, so I’ll fix that now.

I was studying in a part of the uni library one afternoon, and by studying I mean I was sitting on one of the many levels, in a quiet part of the library that I had found, which had a couple of pc’s with open access internet. There were books shelves all around that would obscure most things from being seen.

So I was doing what every 21 year old would be doing, looking at porn, and playing with my cock beneath the desk.

I was wearing loose fitting blue adidas shorts, with loose boxers, and had pulled my cock out of my boxers, and would occasionally let it escape my shorts. I can’t say I have a huge cock, it’s of average length (about Escort ankara 6 inches if I need to spell it out) and it fits me well, and gives me a lot of pleasure.

As my desk faced the wall, and because the desk was in a small alcove as you walk along one wall of the library, there was little chance someone would spot me, at least if they blatantly walked by and noticed my cock was out or my hand was under the desk, they would know exactly what I was doing.

I had been edging for ages! That is to say, I was reading horny stories by one of my favourite authors, a guy called Seb Wallace, who was British, a student about my age at the time, and writing some really horny stuff about him, his mates, and even his brother. It was ticking all my boxes, and I was loving it. This is what studying was all about! If you’re going to hit the books, you need to hit the porn too and distract yourself every now and again, or you will go spare.

In fact, I would go so far as to say if more people wanked in the world, the world would be a better place. Period. I dare anyone to argue otherwise!

Then again, the world is full of wankers, so I’m going to take that back, I didn’t think that one through.

So yeah, wanking in a public place, I knew I wasn’t the only one that did it, in fact there was a guy behind me almost every other day. He didn’t know how to clear his history, which was handy for whenever I had to use that pc, cos he looked at some pretty good stuff, but it was all straight stuff.

As you know, I liked to mix it up with some gay stuff too, or better still this bi stuff I’d discovered since coming to uni. The internet was amazing, it opened my eyes, I mean we didn’t have it back home where I came from, and if I wanted to get hold of any I’d have to buy a magazine or something, which god forbid my mother would ever come across. They weren’t too big on privacy in my house growing up.

So I got my porn fix on the uni computers, on the 5th floor, in some foreign social science section, or something like that, from what I could make out on the books nearby when I pretended to be doing something to actually do with studying. Occasionally, someone would walk by, and I’d have to make sure I covered up, but it was normally better for this in the evenings, when fewer people were about.

I had discovered something by accident one day in the library.

Nature called, and I suffered from stage fright, so I decided to use one of the cubicles. I was on the engineering floor, and who knew engineer’s could be such pervs!?

I walked into the cubicle and locked the door behind me, noticing all the graffiti on the door, and the walls, as usual, and some of the time it was good to read, but today, the weird hole that appeared in a lot of toilets was not bunged up with toilet paper, it was open, and it was a pretty big hole.

I’m completely naive, small town and all that, remember, so I had no idea what that hole was used for, until that day.

I sat down on the toilet seat, prepared to do my business, and next thing I know, a finger was tapping at the hole. What was this? I asked myself, total invasion of privacy! Cheeky fuck.

The finger disappeared and I thought that was that, carried on with what I needed to do, but moments later, an eye briefly appeared at the hole, had a look at my junk, and then disappeared again. This was fucked up, I thought to myself, starting to clue in with what was going on. I had no idea this sort of shit actually went on.

My naivety was wearing off, and my curiosity peaked, so I tipped my head forward a bit, just enough to look through this hole, and there I could see part of his leg. He was wearing jeans, and it looked like he was probably a younger guy. Then skin, then yeah, his hand.

His hand was wrapped around his dick, and he was wanking it. His dick looked remarkably like mine, uncut, about the same length and thickness, and the foreskin was pulled back nicely, with a wet bell end. He must have been sitting a while, waiting for someone to play with, hence the finger thing so quick. I was hoping that he wouldn’t take notice of me looking, cos I was nervous as hell, but the way he stopped and pointed his cock towards me so that I could see better suggested that he knew I was watching. He seemed happy about it.

Now, normally this is the point you hear about how hard my cock got, I showed him it, and he invited me into his cubicle to fuck, but nope, this isn’t that kind of story.

At least not yet.

I was nervous as hell, my cock was never getting hard, and I was not about to get into a cubicle with a guy I’d never met before, and had no idea who he was. That wasn’t me, and well, this was a long time before apps like grindr existed, where meeting guys for sex without knowing anything about them, including what they look like, is quite common. This was my first time seeing a guys hard cock, and it made me nervous as hell. Not the way I thought Ankara escort bayan I’d first see a cock in the flesh other than my own and hard.

What did I do?

I watched him, and he was happy for a time to continue to let me watch. Fuck, his cock was wet! He must cum loads! He was moaning pretty loudly too, he must have realised that no one else was in with us, cos he wasn’t scared to be noisy. There were 3 cubicles in all, and 2 urinals, but other than us two, the place was empty.

I hadn’t seen his face yet, just his cock, and his balls, and he was very hairy too, which kinda took me by surprise. I used to trim mine, even back then, I never liked the huge forest, so I was kinda put off but at the same time so very curious.

This guy knew I wasn’t making a move, that I was all for watching, so he continued to wank his cock and let me watch.

Fuck this was hot, not that the nerves had disappeared and my cock had gotten hard yet, but I was loving the voyeur side of this.

I was hoping he would cum, he looked like he was near ready to cum, I wanted to see this like no one’s business, but my luck wasn’t to be. The door to the toilet banged open, and I had my trousers pulled up, toilet flushed, door opened and gone as quick as I could. I didn’t even wash my hands, which wasn’t like me, I was so nervous about being caught.

I regretted not hanging about.

For so many visits, without trying to make it obvious, I kept going back in, but never again found my exhibitionist, and my timing must have been poor as I never got to play voyeur either.

Until that fateful day (cliché, apologies) that I was wanking there in the library at the hidden away computer, bringing my cock out again and having edged so many times, I built up the courage to visit the toilet again.

Fuck, I was so horny. This story I was reading on the pc had ended with a bunch of guys on a lads holiday, sharing the same bed, and one of the guys thinking the others were sleeping was taking pictures of them in poses, and before he knew it, there was a cock in his ass. Damn this was too good, and I knew that I had to go and empty my balls before I had an accident under this desk.

I decided to use the engineering floor toilet, so that’s where I headed.

When I walked in, I noticed the cubicle in the middle that I had often been to was occupied, so I was left with the one closest to the urinals or the disabled toilet at the back, which was the one I chose. I wanted some leg room.

I left my bag near the door, pulled down my shorts, and tried to piss, but it was difficult cos my cock was semi, so I pushed it downward, even though it was uncomfortable, and let myself go. It was a really good piss, without getting into golden shower territory or anything like that, but you know when you’ve been wanking for ages, you need to piss, and when you go it’s such a nice warm feeling in your cock, it’s almost like an orgasm. It was that feeling that day.

I closed my eyes and pissed, and I may have even sighed it was so satisfying, and it wasn’t until I finished I opened my eyes again and looked in the cubicle. The hole in the wall, which was bigger now since my first time visiting many moons before, was occupied with my neighbour looking back at me.

It took me by surprise, got the nerves going a bit, but I was a bit more confident with myself now, and much hornier than that last time I’d seen a guy in here. I was yet to have any proper fun with a guy though. I’d been in chat rooms, had sex chat, but never anything physical, and nothing close to exhibitionism, at least not until now.

I sat back on the toilet, and lifted my cock from pointing at the bowl, and shook the piss from the end of my dick. He was watching me do it. He seemed intrigued. more so when I pulled back the foreskin of my cock to show my bell end was wet, and there was even a small sign of my precum hanging there. I pulled the foreskin forward and back a few times, which helped the blood start flowing again.

I continued to pump on my cock, and it soon began to go to full hardness. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything like this to happen today, but I was so horny, I couldn’t resist a bit of showing off.

My neighbour continued to watch me, until he disappeared from the hole, and next thing he was on his knees and his eye back at the hole. His hand was under the bottom of the cubicle.

‘Fuck, he wanted to wank me!’ I thought to myself, ‘what do I do?’

Well, I did what any other red blooded man would do, when they didn’t run out the room that is, I got down on my knees too. I shuffled closer to him on the cold floor, and he grabbed hold of my dick really quickly, and he started pumping straight away, without even a hello.

“Fuck!” I whispered out loud.

He replied with heavy breathing, and his own whisper “feels so good mate, grab mine!”

I looked down, and there it was, the head of his cock poking through. I reached down, and for the first time, I grasped another man’s cock. Under the toilet cubicle wall. Of the Uni library.

Hardly an auspicious occasion, or one to remember every year, or really one to be proud of, but at the time all I could think about was this hard cock in my hands.

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Jill’s World Ch. 03

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That night, I had trouble sleeping. I was tossing and turning and unable to get the image out of my head that was burned in there by Courtney. Me, laying naked on a desk while Courtney fed me. Perhaps the ‘while Courtney fed me’ part was my own manipulation of the image she had given me today at school. Still, the image was crisp and clear in my imagination and I could feel my pussy squelching at the thoughts.

I tried to change the image over and over. I even took out my text book and started reading, trying to bore myself to sleep. Finally, wet with a lot of terrible thoughts, I dozed off.

The next morning, I was quite tired. Between the physical and emotional wear at Jill’s house and the lack of sleep, I was rather exhausted. But, it was a school day, so I jumped into a nice hot shower and shook away the weariness. It was nice to dress decently again.

Nice is a bit understated for the elation I felt as I donned a pair of blue boy-short panties and a black racy bra beneath a pair of jeans that fit nice and tight and a loose T shirt that did not advertise my breast size to the world. Breakfast was pleasant with Kelly. I was eating healthy despite no longer being on the cheerleading squad and dealing with the body shaming of Rebecca.

After a peck on the cheek, I left Kelly and headed to school. I texted Julie before driving to ask if she wanted a ride. She said yes, and I smiled. As wrong as it was for me to feel competitive with her boyfriend, I did.

I saw messages on my phone. Several from Farin, I didn’t even open them. A follow up from Karen to ‘make sure she had the right number’. I was absolutely not going to date Karen. I’d have to talk to her today.

To make a long drive short, I honked the horn at Julie’s house and she came bouncing outside.

“So, I guess you aren’t all that submissive after all.” Julie laughed as she climbed in and buckled up.

I gave her a puzzled look. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“The picture?” Julie asked. “You were supposed to send me a photo last night slutball.”

I looked really puzzled then. “I sent it.” I insisted.

Julie looked puzzled now. “It must not have gone through.”

I stopped the car, and checked my phone, knowing I sent the picture and my mouth dropped open. “Oh, fuck me!” I exclaimed. Granted, I was tired. It was late. I was straight up exhausted beyond intelligible thought last night, but here it was, the worst news ever. In my rush to get into bed, I had just pulled up a reply on my phone to send the picture. And the last message I had pulled up was, if you haven’t guessed by now, Farin.

“Oh, Christ you have to be kidding me!” I screamed.

Julie was not up to speed yet. She looked at me questioningly.

“I sent it to Farin by mistake!” I yelled. “Oh fuck, she is going to think… I have no idea what she is going to think.”

Julie gasped, and I checked Farin’s messages to see what she thought.

FARIN: I KNEW IT! WHAT IS THAT BITCH JILL DOING TO YOU BABY?

FARIN: I’M NOT GOING TO LET THIS GO ON CARRIE I WILL FIND A WAY TO STOP THIS I SWEAR

FARIN: I LOVE YOU COME SEE ME BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS IN OUR BATHROOM

FARIN: OKAY?

FARIN: CARRIE, ANSWER ME

FARIN: WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?

FARIN: CARRIE I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T MEET ME TOMORROW I AM GOING TO THE SCHOOL COUNSELOR WITH THIS PIC AND LET THEM DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE I KNOW YOU DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT, BUT I WON’T STAND BY AND WATCH YOU TORTURED ANYMORE THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH I WANT YOU OUT I WILL TALK TO JILL AND TAKE YOUR PLACE YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

FARIN: I HATE BEING IGNORED

FARIN: DAMN YOU CARRIE FITCH ANSWER ME

FARIN: FINE, YOU BETTER BE THERE IN THE MORNING OR I WILL DO WHAT I SAID, I DON’T CARE WHAT JILL DOES TO ME. WITHOUT YOU I AM DEAD ANYWAY

I showed it to Julie. She hugged me.

“Do you feel that way Carrie? Like you are being tortured?” She asked through teared eyes.

I hugged her hard. “I think maybe Jill means well. But look at my ass Julie. That’s not … it’s not a pleasant thing.”

“I’m so sorry. No, I can’t imagine it would be. It’s just… I mean Carrie, you were so … I’m sorry.” Julie stammered and cried as she hugged me. “God, I’m a monster! I really thought you were into it all.”

“Oh god Julie, please don’t blame yourself for this mess. Look, I do, in spite of myself, enjoy some of it. Not the beating. I hate that. It’s … some of it isn’t bad, but there were some moments, like the cane that were simply horrible.”

“I beat you too. Oh God Carrie, I can’t believe I did that!” Julie wailed.

“Shh.” I hushed as I held her. “The floggers really aren’t bad. Honestly Jules, you didn’t hurt me.”

She pushed back to look into my eyes. Hers were wet with tears. It made me quite sad. “Swear?”

“Julie, I swear to you, you did not hurt me. Look, I get the excitement of it all. I don’t understand why, but I do understand it is exciting. And I really am glad you are there. It’s embarrassing, Casibom but I’m so happy to have someone I can truly trust there with me.”

“Oh, Care Bear. I am so relieved to hear you say that. I’m going to talk to Jill about it this afternoon. She needs to know that some of it is really horrible if she doesn’t know.” She stated. “And you need to see Farin this morning. If you want me to come with you I will.”

“It might be better…” I let the thought hang. What might be better? To have Julie who Farin considered a rival for my affections show up or to have her not show up and face Farin alone? She got in a fight over me. I could only imagine it was with Darla. It couldn’t have been Jill because of the timing. “I should probably see her alone. She might be intimidated if both of us show up.”

“At least I can wait outside?” Julie offered.

I laughed. “You think she will fight me or kiss me?” I started the car heading to school again.

Julie shrugged. “If you scream either way I can be there in a second.”

“I’ll be fine Jules. I can deal with Farin. We clearly still have to get closure.” I dismissed the thought of needing help. “I kind of need it too.”

“Oh.” Julie acknowledged and looked maybe… hurt?

I laughed again. “Really?”

“What?” Julie asked, clearly not happy at me laughing.

I don’t do great impersonations, but I did try must best to sound like Julie. “We are not dating. You do not get to act like we are.”

She glared at me, then turned her head to hide a laugh. “Fuck you.” She got out with a giggle.

“Julie, there is really nothing to worry about. Farin and I are not getting back together. I do care about her, but not enough to go through her emotional roller coaster again.”

Julie just smiled as if she won something. I don’t know why. Every time I mentioned something about the two of us, she distanced herself from the possibility. I suppose she had no option but to look at me in sexual light now. Not sexual desire. But having seen me do the things I did and knowing many other things I did, there was no way she could doubt that I was sexually awakened now.

We got out of the car and walked into the school, still best of friends, with an ever-changed perspective of our friendship.

I squeezed her hand as I broke directions towards the dreaded girls room, and we smiled at each other, both assuring the other that everything was going to be alright.

She was there. She looked a whole lot better than the video last night and had sunglasses to hide her eye. She was still beautiful as she smiled with her bruised lip and leaned away from the wall towards me, moving her hands as if to hug me.

I held my hand up towards her in a motion to stop and she frowned and did so. “Listen Farin, this is hard on me too. That picture I sent was an accident. I didn’t mean to send it to you. And I would be deeply appreciative if you would delete it.” I said with a soft, pleading voice.

Farin frowned again. “Who did you mean to send it to? Jill?”

I frowned back. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I didn’t want to tell her it was for Julie either. I’m not sure why I didn’t want her to know that, but I didn’t. “It just wasn’t meant for you Farin. Isn’t that enough? I’m not going to use our previous relationship as leverage, you mean much more to me than to do that. But, you know how much damage those pictures can cause, so would you please delete it for me?”

Her frown matched my own. My hope here was that she would show what a great person she is and delete the picture without any further discussion on that matter. And, as she pulled out her phone, I thought it would work and I dared to breathe a sigh of relief. “I will Carrie.” Farin said flatly. “Look, it’s clear you don’t want to get back together now, I can see that, but I want to talk anyway, to be your friend. And maybe later, there will be a good chance for you and me without Jill or Darla or any of their group interfering. It could be so good Carrie, it really could. You have to sense that we had a very strong connection in spite of everything else.”

I exhaled disappointed. I hope she caught it. “So, blackmail again. From you. Because this is how a good friendship or relationship is built?”

I lashed out perhaps a bit more harshly than I had intended, but she was soon backed up on her heels. And I think, deservedly so.

“You’re right Carrie.” Farin showed me her phone and deleted the pic. “Done. I really care about you. I hope you know that. Love isn’t a daily occurrence. This, what we had, is real baby. It is real, and it is strong. Can I just have a hug?”

How could I say no? Yes, I hugged her, and we held each other and fought back tears and both lost. “Please don’t fight over me anymore Farin.” I pleaded. “I hate seeing you miserable.”

“Well, I am miserable Carrie. I will try not to let you see it as much.” Farin sobbed.

And finally, the bell rang. And we were still hugging. And then the late bell rang. And we stopped and walked Casibom Giriş to class together, wiping our tears on our arms and forcing smiles to each other. We didn’t hold hands, though I think we both wanted to. And at the classroom door, we parted ways and sat in our normal seats.

Miss Galler looked up at us as we walked in and I saw her fight the urge to say ‘tardy’, her mouth literally opened with a ‘t’ shape before closing again after noticing it was her disruptive couple from yesterday. “Take your seats ladies, quickly.” She said instead.

Julie looked at my face and I’m sure could tell I had been crying. She reached over and squeezed my hand and that was really all I wanted her to do. Somehow, she knew it and didn’t say a word to me all first period. And, to her credit, I didn’t hear Farin say a peep during first period. Though, I swore I heard Rebecca once or twice, uttering my name.

When first period ended, she said, “See you in third” With a smile and another hand squeeze and we parted ways. She for smart class, me for… well I guess the school would call it normal grade level. Mr. Thatch, oh how he bored us. Courtney sat next to me with a huge smile and Farin, surprisingly, did not try to sit next to me.

Courtney pulled her chair right up next to mine and whispered. “So, did you think of me last night?” And she looked in my eyes and her smile went wider as I knew I couldn’t deny it with words when my face had just given the truth away.

“Oh, that is so wonderful Carrie, I knew you would!” She said a little too loud. “So, you want to start playing now or wait for lunch time?” She giggled.

“No Courtney, neither.” I stammered, defiantly.

“Oh, come on now Carrie. Why deny yourself? I will take very good care of you and all your horny little needs. Here, just put your little fingers where you know you want to and I will make you so happy.” She pressed.

I edged my chair away and turned a little away from her.

Courtney giggled and grabbed my chair and with a loud scraping sound yanked it right next to hers.

Mr. Thatch looked at us with a scowl. “Is there a problem again today Miss Fitch? Miss Covington?”

“No Mr. Thatch.” We both said in unplanned unison, so the timing was slightly off.

Courtney did her little thing where she slid her legs sideways towards me, but she didn’t make another move. She just sat there with her legs spread invitingly. “Do you have any idea how many people would love this opportunity every day Carrie? I should charge you for the privilege. I’m sure some people would pay to touch my sweet little honey pot. Don’t you agree?”

I hated her chirping voice. “I don’t even want to Courtney, I’m sure as hell not paying you for the privilege.” I pronounced the word privilege with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

She just giggled. “Whatever you say slutball.” She whispered. And then she ignored me. She fucking turned to the class and other than bouncing her heel a little bit as if signaling me to get on with it, she said nothing more.

Well, this was no problem. I chuckled to myself. She thinks I can’t resist fingering her in class? She’ll learn. And I paid attention to Mr. Thatch and ignored her. And Courtney ignored me. And nearly an hour later, class was over, and we were packing our bags, both smiling.

“See you at lunch Carrie.” She chirped.

“Is that a requirement?” I asked.

“No, it’s an offer.” Courtney giggled. And she was off, strutting her cute little cheerleader ass out the door and towards her third period.

And Farin didn’t approach me at all, just smiled when I looked her way.

This day was all kinds of weird.

I saw Julie and couldn’t wait to tell her nothing. I mean, literally, nothing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had nothing to tell her. It was so relaxing. We learned stuff I suppose you could say. At least Miss Simms talked, and we listened. And wouldn’t you know it, I made it through fourth period as well, without a single thing to take note of.

For lunch, I went to sit with Gina, Cat, Jen and Sarah. Julie came over for a while, but then said she needed to go over to the cheerleader table because Rebecca was furious that she would sit with us. I shrugged at her, “I’m nobody to judge.” And I gave her a smile, which she returned before heading over to the Queen Bitch’s table.

Well, there must be a saying somewhere about getting comfortable and bit in the ass as soon as you relax too much. Here came Courtney Covington, who never sat with this group, or even on this side of the lunch room. “Hey Carrie!” She chirped. “Mind if I sit next to you?” She didn’t actually wait for, or expect an answer. She just plopped her little butt down right next to me.

“Umm sure Courtney. You know Gina, Cat, Jen, Sarah…” I pointed towards them each in case Courtney couldn’t recall their names.

“Of course, I do!” Courtney answered. “You girls are the ones who messed up our bus last year.”

I blushed. I think we all did. Nobody knew about that except us. Sure, there were guesses, but nobody caught us at it. And it wasn’t bad vandalism. Nothing that couldn’t be cleaned up I mean.

“That wasn’t us.” Gina claimed weakly.

“Well, I just came by to see how things are with Carrie back amongst you. Actually, you all want to get out of here and go eat in one of the classrooms? It’s vacant during our lunch and a lot more peaceful than the shouting matches that go on in here. Come on, we can discuss … I don’t know… punishments for vandalism of school property.” She looked particularly at me with a mischievous smile on her face as she said that last bit.

I frowned at her. I mean I scowled. If my eyes had some supernatural power, Courtney Covington would be reduced to ash or something like that right now. “I’ll go.” I offered.

But my friends stood up and said they would go with us. I interjected, “Really, Courtney, can you and I handle this former cheerleader to cheerleader?”

“Oh no you don’t Carrie.” Sarah said. “I will go with her. I can handle the likes of Courtney Covington.” She gave Courtney a slightly ferocious looking face. I mean Sarah is adorably cute, but I’d take her at my back any day of the week with the face she gave Courtney.

Courtney smiled. “You can all come. I’m not a physical person, am I Carrie? You know me pretty well by now.”

Blackmail again? What the fuck was it with girls trying to blackmail me all the time now?

“Bring your lunch with you, trust me, we won’t get in trouble.” Courtney smiled.

And we all got up and followed Courtney into the classroom. The same one she had taunted me in at lunch yesterday. The same one with the desk, I couldn’t get out of my mind last night. And I trembled as I walked inside.

She walked up to the desk and instead of sitting behind it, she sat on it and patted the spot next to her. “Sit up here with me Carrie.” She smiled.

I did. It felt weird, but I was fully clothed and no way she would do anything with my friends here. Especially since Sarah made her anger at being threatened quite clear.

Sarah sat on the other side of me on the teacher’s desk and Cat, Gina and Jen sat in student desks facing us. “So, what do you want Courtney?” I asked bitterly.

“What makes you think I want anything?” Courtney smiled. “Besides, wouldn’t you like to know how I know first?”

I was falling for whatever trap she was laying. “Sure Courtney, how do you know about it?”

“mmm direct, I like that Fitch.” She smiled and leaned back to look at the ceiling. “Lean back and I will tell you a story.”

I grumbled and leaned back, and Sarah did too. And here I was, clothed, but eating lunch laying on the desk. And the image of being naked was vividly restored to my mind. I looked over at Courtney and she winked at me. “I’m so glad you made the squad Carrie. I really wish you were still with us. We had so much fun together, didn’t we?” It was rhetorical, she did not wait for an answer.”

“Did you tell all your friends about the great times we had? I bet they would love to play some of the fun games we played too. I mean, you could play with them now that you aren’t a cheerleader anymore.” Her eyes were dangerous. Her words were terrifying. I was unable to speak.

“No?” Courtney asked disappointed. “Well, I suppose it was a little too crazy for this group. No matter. Okay, about the bus!”

And Courtney went on to tell an elaborate tale that could have ended in thirty seconds with “Farin saw you doing it.” But, no, Courtney wanted a long drawn out story about how she had forgotten her lucky socks in the bus and Farin had left her favorite anklet and so Farin went back to get them when the game was slow.

She didn’t seem to be lying. Clearly, we had egged, and toilet papered and scattered the contents of their bags throughout the inside of the bus and wrote some unpleasant words on the outside of the bus. It wasn’t terribly inspired work, but Rebecca had tripped me in school the day before in front of a lot of people and a teacher was there before I could damage her face. So, I admittedly, acted childishly.

“Who else knows?” I asked with a huff.

“Everyone knows Carrie. That is why I’m telling you. They have been holding off revenge for a long time. And now, with you not being on the team and the way Rebecca despises you, well, I would just watch my back ladies. Believe, I am not a tattle tale. Although I suppose this meeting was. Hmm. Well, you got me, I guess I do share secrets.”

“So, just as a friend, watch out for each other. I doubt they will include Julie. If they do, she won’t know it’s you or she will feel very pressured, you know that of course Fitch. But if you see them coming together in groups of three or more and you are alone? I would turn and duck them if you can.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I tried to sound pleased that she told us.

“Well, maybe you could talk it over with Rebecca and she will let bygones go, but I’d do something soon before it is too late. It will be terribly humiliating for you all. Anyway, you know I like you Carrie, I’ll help where I can.” And she mouthed the words ‘if you eat naked tomorrow’ and smiled her most devilish smile.

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The gift, the wrapping paper all-that had been simple and easy to pick. Alex Turner sat around his kitchen table hovering a pen over the birthday card. He was a software guy, words were never his thing. He doubted she’d pay attention to his scribbles, but still nothing even mildly coherent came to him.

The ringing of his cellphone broke his concentration. He looked at the display seeing the name Amy Glenn. “Hey baby, how’s work going?” Alex asked his fiancée.

“Good. I’m just calling to say I’ll be working late again. The team and I are working late on layouts.”

“Still working on the posters for Inception 2? I thought you finished that when you worked late last night?”

Amy laughed nervously before saying, “Advertising consulting isn’t all fun and games, but at least you get to attend a Christopher Nolan premiere. What are you up to tonight, working and hanging with the guys?”

“Yeah the guys, that’s rich. I had guys in Palo Alto. I had friends in Texas. I have zero here in Los Angeles. Two places I moved from, for you I might add,” Alex said, not noticing that she hadn’t answered the question by a mile.

“And I love you for it, honey bear.”

“I’m going to Lilly’s house for her birthday. I may not have any guys here but I have my best friend so I guess you’re off the hook,” Alex said preparing for Amy’s bound to be hostile response. Only seconds earlier he had reminded her that she was the reason he had quit his dream job in Palo Alto, leaving twice their current combined income to be with her here in Los Angeles, so she could have her dream advertising job.

“You don’t need to go her party.”

“I want to and I need to.”

“Why? Alex, tell me, why?”

“Because, she’s my cousin and it’s her birthday,” he said, with matter of fact laughing. Laughing that just increased Amy’s tone.

“She’s a pornstar!”

“She’s family. I’m only going to be there for an hour or so. You’re working late either way. Besides, I’m the only family she has out here.”

“She… You know what? It’s okay.”

“No, you can’t stop now. Spill it.”

“I don’t want her at our wedding.”

“It’s done, so what are you talking about?”

“I never sent her an invitation in the first place…”

“Amy, what the hell, we never talked about this. I know you don’t like her, but Christ, she’s family. She’s my blood. No discussion.”

“Don’t pull that family bull. It’s not because she’s in Los Angeles. Even if she was back in Texas she’d be just as isolated from family. No one in your family wants to even hear her voice. The slut will ruin my wedd….”

“That’s uncalled for Amy. God, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but she can’t come,” Amy said pleadingly, pouting over the phone.

Alex sighed as the conversation ended with his unwavering defense of Lilly. He lowered the pen, making a cursive swipe. With that, his remarks were complete and the card was sealed. He took the present and letter, exiting the kitchen and the house all together.

He got into his Volvo, slowly pulling out of his garage, now driving through the heavy traffic from Burbank to San Fernando rocking his head back and forth to the tunes of Green Day; anything to distract himself from the argument with his future wife.

She was right though. His cousin Lilly hadn’t been invited home to Texas last Christmas and both her parents and his had cut off all contact with her. Sure, he wasn’t happy with her choice either and had been happier when she was simply a swimsuit model. But unlike his evangelical family, he understood the simple fact that she had a right to make her own decisions and live her own life.

As the Volvo pulled onto her street he recalled the morning when they were together sitting in Starbucks when she nervously broke the news that she had switched over to the more financially lucrative, adult modeling contract gig. His understanding and guarded reaction had given her hope that her parents would accept her decision. They didn’t, and Alex recalled the dual pressures of both his mom and Amy attempting to force him to detach from Lilly.

Alex stood his ground with unwavering loyalty to the cousin that had been more like a younger sister. Alex stopped the Volvo on Lilly’s car-filled streetand taking hold of the present, he headed towards her front door.

He waited at the front door and stood there with his image reflecting from the front door’s glass. His well-kept, wavy, medium-cut dark brown hair and strong jaw were soon replaced by more feminine traits as the doors opened to a woman with long light brown hair and unforgettable blue-grey eyes.

Alex smiled at the sight of his beautifully fresh-faced cousin. Being tall was something that ran in their family which was why Lilly had been an excellent candidate for modeling. Her height was topped off with an ageless allure that would have eventually landed her next to the likes of Heidi Klum and Gisele Bundchen.

“Hey, you Casibom made it,” she said, hugging and pulling her cousin inside. Her full bust pressed against his chest.

“How the hell am I going to forget February twelfth?” he said, as the hug eased and they walked together toward the sounds of the gathering guests.

“It’s you. I know you would never forget. I just wasn’t sure whether or not Amy wanted you here.”

“Amy’s fine with it, she sends her apologies. She’s just really busy.”

“Sure, she’s fine with it,” Lilly said sarcastically.

“No, really. This present’s from the two of us. Happy twenty-third birthday, cuz.”

Lilly lit up as Alex presented her with the poorly wrapped gift. “What is it?” she asked.

By the time she looked up from the wrapping paper Alex had crossed over into the room full of guests, mingling with his cousin’s friends and colleagues, some of whom he’d had the privilege of meeting previously, to Amy’s chagrin.

From the other side of the room Alex watched as Amy’s eyes widened, the red and green wrapping paper fell to the floor, revealing a present that only someone who really truly knew and loved Lilly, would have given to her.

Through the roar of the room he looked on to see her pink lips form into a circle as she mouthed, “thank you.”

The party moved forward as the rapping’s of Snoop Dog filled the room. Alex started knocking back a few as he talked with the other guests. The more he talked and moved around and drank, the more at home he felt and the time seemed to fly by.

Alex continued to mingle and soon was surrounded by a petite blonde named Holly and a raven haired beauty named Karen. He treated the moment with a cool calm as they asked him what he did for a living. He tried to make software engineering seem exciting, but it seemed to him like he didn’t really need to try that hard as they giggled and smiled at all he said.

Lilly came by and pulled him away from Karen and Holly. “Amy wouldn’t be too happy seeing you flirting,” she said, as she guided him to an empty adjoining room.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“Then you need to be careful because these girls are just a bit too…. horny.”

“Ha ha, actually I should actually be going.”

“No! Not because of this?”

“Of course not, Amy should be home from work now is all.”

“Oh, well, before you go,’ she said kissing him on his cheek. Your gift was sweet. I love the Jungle Book.” She froze as she flipped inside the book, reading the date on the century old text. “A first edition, too! God, Alex, you didn’t have to,” she said, almost nearing tears.

“Well, I know Aunt Charlene confiscated the copy that grandpa had left you in his will.”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I remember. Every week you saved up your allowance to buy books. Forget the porn now. You weren’t a normal kid, then,” Alex said as she laughed. “Which ten year old does that? I always said she’s either going to be President or a Porn Star.”

“Hah, thanks for the contrasting imagery,” Lilly said, looking longingly at the blue and gold book in her hands.

“You’re welcome.”

“This must have cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have. I don’t even know that I can accept it. I really want to but I can’t,” she said, pushing the book toward Alex as they walked to the front of the house.

“Of course it didn’t, plus, I’m not taking it back, and tag you’re it!” Alex ended mockingly, jogging toward the front door.

She giggled before adding, “Okay, are you sure I can’t pay you back?”

“Don’t worry. Just enjoy it. You’re worth it, Lilly Flow…” Alex said, almost saying her porn name.

“What?” Lilly questioned.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry. I must have seen it written on the cake.”

“No, it’s okay. Seriously, Lilly Flower was my nick name when we were kids, remember? I just perverted it by adding an s to the end of it and using it as my alias.

“Yeah, I just want you to know. I mean, of course, I wouldn’t watch you’re….” Alex said, hugging his cousin longingly before leaving the house

Standing at the door with him, she began to laugh. “Yeah, I get that. It’s cool. Drive safely, okay?” she said hugging him tightly, her nostrils secretly taking in a deep inhale of his musky scent.

“I’ll see you next week,” Alex said, oblivious to his cousin’s masked shows of affection as he stepped beyond the door.

“Well happy Valentine’s Day, then.”

“You, too. Yeah, I’m taking Amy to the Four Seasons for the entire weekend.”

“Swanky.”

“You know me.”

“Yes, I do,” Lilly whispered as her older cousin stepped into his Volvo. She waved him off as he pulled away in his Volvo.

Driving home he had a realization. When they were kids, he was the one that had started calling her Lilly Flower. He must have been eleven and she around seven.

Arriving home, Amy’s car was in the garage which put a wide smile on his face. The smile receded as he ventured upstairs to see that she was already fast asleep. Casibom Giriş

“I hope this project is over soon,” Alex told himself as he headed for the shower to take care of two needs. It was a long shower.

He climbed into bed, pulling back the tightly wrapped sheets and laid his tired body down. Still deeply sleeping, Amy shifted her full frame, his heat drawing her in subconsciously. Alex smiled as he brushed away her short ash blonde strands, giving her a kiss on the forehead before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Alex awoke with a morning need, his still sleepy lids rising to the sounds of the shower. “Ah,” he exhaled, lifting up his hands stretching them out. He climbed out of bed stripping his boxers down, tossing them into the hamper.

To the washroom he marched while scratching his firm bare ass. He opened the shower to her smile, “hey,” he said.

“Hey, to you too. I’m sorry about how we ended things on the phone,” she said, speaking over the water that was flowing through her hair down her toned body.

“It’s okay, Amy. You’re honest and you speak your mind. That’s why I like you so much,” Alex said, stepping into the shower.

“Like me? Is that all? Are you sure you just like me?” she said, while her eyes directed her attention to his raging cock. She gripped his member into her hands. “Something big tells me you love me?”

“Ahh shucks, how’d you know?” he said, as the both of them laughed.

She got within an inch of him using soap to rub his lengthy shaft, her face just below his. “Tell me what I want to here, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he groaned as her hands quickened.

“Say it.”

“God, I love you so much, baby,” he said, while his hands rubbed over her soapy breast.

She looked up at him, giving him a wide smile, her lips moving to greet his.

He stuck out his tongue as her head craned upward. Their lips locking over each other’s, her right leg propped up on the side of the shower as her left hand slowed its rotation along his cock, her hand now moving his cock to her pussy. Pressing her against the wall, Alex slowly put an inch of his cock inside her unyielding trimmed entrance.

“Come on honey bear, “she begged, her fingers and nails bearing down on his firm cheeks, attempting to push him in further, his tip barely at her entrance. She dripped in anticipation of more while he inched forward into her pussy.

In a sultry whispered tone she declared, “I love you, honey be…” With that his hips pushed forward knocking the wind out of her.

Her back glided upward with every heated inward thrust, making her bite down on her lips. With every thrust Alex made, Amy bit down harder.

He drove in faster and faster, just to have her confirm he was driving in the right direction. She gasped: “Yes, yes!”

His hand propped her left leg upward for better access as he thrust in deeper than before, her back gliding further up the wet wall with every thrust.

“Turn me around, baby,” she said, after which he twirled her around like a ballerina.

Her hands were pressed against the showers walls, as her husband-to-be drove in even deeper than the last time. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, just!” With that he pushed in further, lacking the gentle easing motions of before, thrusting in his fully engorged length, feeding all of it into her hungry pussy. Alex pounded his entire cock into her, his balls rapidly smacking into her flesh, over and over again without relent.

Seconds later she began yelling. “Oh Gawd, Alex!” Amy screamed, her legs shaking. His cock drove in with three more strokes before succumbing to her erotic arousal.

He picked her up, kissing her as they seductively soaped up and washed each other off.

Soon they were walking back to the bedroom where they both saw the time and realized they had precious seconds before needing to leave for work.

In the kitchen they zipped past each other. With coffees in hand, they were both on their way.

Amy exited the driveway first as Alex gave her passage to do so. If this happened today, what would happen tomorrow on Valentine’s Day? He asked himself.

He watched her Acura LX drive off and couldn’t wait to surprise her at the office that night. Alex had the whole day worked out. He’d go home and pack their bags after work, then surprise her at work and from there they would drive to the five star hotel where they would stay in the large Love Birds suite he had booked.

The entire weekend, just the two of them alone! She’d been working so hard. This morning was the first in a long time that they had had sex. As Alex walked into his workplace, Capricorn Computer Inc, he swiped his ID along the security scanner while Chuck the security guard observed, “Thank God it’s Friday!” Alex agreed.

For the entire day Alex watched the clock. Time seemed to stand still. He wondered if he might be able to invent an alternative way of measuring time.

Soon he was leaving his desk and passing Chuck on the flip side. His tires screeched as he headed home to pack the bags and head out again in the Volvo.

On the way to pick up Amy, Alex made a quick stop to purchase flowers. Minutes later he arrived at the large studio complex where Amy worked. Oddly enough, just as he pulled up to the movie studio’s gate, he received a call from her. “Hey, look who it is,” he said. With her not knowing why he was so chipper, he was just about to tell her why, and to call down to security to give him access when she stopped him in his tracks.

“I’m going to be working late again, baby. The colors need tweaking for our online banners.” Alex wasn’t sure how to respond. It was the night before Valentine’s and his plans appeared to be heading south.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, honey bear.”

“Ugh,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “I’m not happy, Amy!”

“Look, you’ve been great about this, Alex. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Do what you have to do, I guess, but we’re going to need to figure this out.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll see you at home, Amy.”

“Don’t wait up. Love you,” she said, ending the call. Alex began to turn his Volvo around, but then he saw Amy’s Acura exit the opposite gate.”

“What the fuck is this?” he said to himself, turning his Volvo around chasing after the Acura. Alex followed Amy for a short while before she stopped at Kev’s Motel, a seedy establishment on the outskirts of Burbank.

He pulled in seconds after her, turning down his car’s beams he sat waiting for her to exit. Instead, a Mercedes pulled in next to her Acura.

Alex had hoped that he was being paranoid. His head began to pound as his mind ran rampant with anger, only to be mellowed with confusion. “Okay, nothing happened; this could be nothing.

His reason was thrown out the window as Amy stepped out of her Acura while the balding driver of the Mercedes stepped out of his. They then hugged each other. “No foul,” Alex thought, lying to himself.

Amy and her Mercedes “friend” began to walk off together and then Alex saw it, what he knew was a kiss. He was too shocked to even blink. Temporary paralysis came over him for a bad two minutes. He knocked his head on his wheel before jumping out.

Passing the Mercedes, Alex kicked out the left rear lights before moving forward, angrily hunting down the cheating couple. He looked at the row of generic looking doors wanting to kick each one in, but he knew it was unrealistic.

Alex walked nearer to the doors he thought Amy had entered and he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. He heard her Beyoncé ringing tone. Alex stopped and focused on room 12, from where it resonated.

Alex wasn’t going to knock, that was for sure. He pulled his body back, fiercely driving his weight forward into the wooden door, smashing it on the first try.

Amy was on all fours getting drilled from behind by the older man, Alex recognized him as Charles, her Studio Head Boss.

“That’s right, fuck me!” she screamed to Charles. Alex wanted to slap the hell out of her and kick Charles’ balls to hell and back.

Amy saw Alex and jumped to the very top of the bed. “No, oh God, Alex, I’m so sorry!”

Without thinking, without listening to the curdling screams of a pleading ex-fiancée, Alex marched toward Charles who stood up with his hands held up in surrender.

“Look Alex, it’s not what you think!” Charles pleaded, backing up and looking to Amy for guidance as she too begged for mercy.

“Alex, please?” Amy begged.

Not saying a word, Alex ran toward Charles winding his arm back to land a clear punch across his jaw, dropping him to the floor where he mercilessly wailed on his old ass. Standing up Alex gave Charles five swift emergency room kicks to the ribs and crotch, before making his exit.

“Alex, please no!” Amy yelled, now covering her nakedness with a sheet and chasing after a leaving Alex.

“Baby, I’m sorry, Alex!” she cried, screaming her lungs out, following Alex to the door as he walked to his Volvo. He drove enraged, hearing Amy’s screams in the background.

Alex didn’t go home. Home is where the heart is and his was no longer there. He drove toward the Four Seasons(?) where he had booked the Love Birds package, knowing no one would be able to find him there. He just wanted to be alone.

After tossing Amy’s overnight bag in a dumpster, Alex carried his into the hotel and checked in, then went to bed. He lay there fuming. He set his phone on vibrate then his anger took over sending it airborne into the wall. The phone crashing into the wall and breaking apart calmed him, steadying his heartbeat.

Alex then somehow managed to drift off to sleep but woke up not feeling any better. A knock came to the door with the pre-planned Champagne Breakfast for two.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sir, and thank you,” the waiter said, after receiving his tip.

Alex took his plate and the bottle of champagne to the couch in the spacious suite. He finished eating his breakfast and lay down on the bed, guzzling most of the bottle by the afternoon, his head was spinning. Lunch came just the same as breakfast had. He had planned what was supposed to be a romantic weekend perfectly.

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Author’s Note:

I appreciate all the feedback I received on the first installment of Ashley’s Prostitution Ventures. I do need to clarify an issue regarding the structure of this series. I did not intend the first installment to be labeled as Ch. 01. The title I submitted was Ashley’s Prostitution Ventures

, but it was changed when it was published. I am hopeful that for this second installment the title will not be given a chapter designation.

My plan for this series is for the installments to be stand-alone episodes (with some setup for future episodes as needed, as in the first installment) rather than chapters of a larger work. Each individual installment will focus on a new adventure for Ashley, although recurring storylines (e.g., her relationship with Corey) will also appear in most installments. For example, the second installment below includes the story of her second client as well as new developments in her relationship/deal with Corey. The third (which should be available in April) will focus on a less positive client experience for Ashley.

My plan for the foreseeable future is to post one installment a month starting after the second installment posts. I may take breaks here and there between installments, but I will endeavor to stay as close to a monthly schedule as I am able.

Thank you,

Kveldulf

Please note that the following story is fictional, and all characters involved in sexual activity in the story are eighteen-years-old or older.

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Ashley’s Prostitution Ventures

January 2005

“You sure about this Ashley?” Corey asked the eighteen-year-old brunette, his concern evident in both tone and expression.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Ashley Saunders told her her friend, although her churning gut was trying its best to contradict her words. “It’s all good.”

“Well, you look really pretty,” the young man said, his cheeks reddening.

“Oh, opposed to normal when I look like crap?”

“No, you’re pretty all the time.”

“You said I was beautiful last week. Was that only because I had just fucked you?”

“What? No. That’s what I’m saying—you’re beautiful.”

“Beautiful isn’t the same as pretty,” the young woman countered, a bemused smile on her full lips as she watched her friend squirm.

“Are you messing with me?”

“Maybe.”

“To stall going in because you’re not sure about this?”

Ashley opened her mouth to object but said nothing. Corey was right. She was stalling. But she was not doing so for the reason she suspected Corey believed. The banter with him was helping her ready herself for the task ahead. Since she had started teasing him, warmth and wetness had spread between her denim-clad legs

“Oh, I’m sure, dude,” she told him, brushing her lips against his. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to be picked up. Then maybe we can find a nice place to park.”

“Maybe,” her partner grunted as she got out of his car.

***

“Hi Grant!” the brunette said, smiling at the bespectacled young man who opened the door. “Um, can I come in?”

Grant Limbocker stared, eyes wide, jaw slack. Like Corey, Grant was one of Ashley’s classmates and had recently turned eighteen. He was also painfully shy in addition to being one of the ‘geek’ group at school. Still, like with Corey, she had known him since grade school, and both she and Corey had felt he would be a good choice to be her second client. Based on the look of terror etched on his pale face, however, Ashley’s confidence in that decision wavered.

“You okay?” she asked when he continued to stand by the open door and stare at her even though she had walked well into his house.

“Ashley Saunders? You are the companion?” he inquired, voice breaking on the second question.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean,” Ashley replied, although she had an idea what he must mean. It was the use of the term ‘companion’ that had thrown her.

“Like Inara. From Firefly.”

“Still in the dark here, Grant. What’s an ‘Inara’, and what’s it got to do with lightning bugs?”

“Firefly was a TV show. Inara is a character on the show. She is a companion.”

“So, like a call girl or something?”

“Only in the simplest terms. She is much more. Companions are elegant, trained courtesans who provide many intimate services. They are respected, almost revered, members of elite society among the Central Planets.”

“Oh, I see,” Ashley replied, although half of what he had said seemed like nonsense to her. “But in the, um, ‘simplest terms’, these ‘companions’ have sex with men for money, right?”

“Well, not always sex, and not always with men. Companions are more than prostitutes, as such women of ill-repute exist in the ‘Verse and are contrasted with companions. Although, the episode that directly dealt with such characters never aired on TV. It is available on DVD…”

“Yeah, I get the gist of it. And I guess the answer is yes, I’m a companion, as I Casibom wouldn’t want to be considered a woman of ‘ill-repute’. Now, to more important matters, is there someplace I can put my coat, Grant?”

The skinny young man blinked several times, then closed the door behind him. Ashley hoped that was a positive sign that they could move past whatever he had been going on about.

“Um, I can take it,” he finally said, his voice squeaking on the last word.

“Thanks,” Ashley beamed at him, handing him the coat while pushing out her chest.

Grant blinked a few more times as his gaze settled on her cleavage, but he made no move to take her coat. The young woman let out another sigh, then shook the garment at him. When he still did not respond, she called his name.

“Huh?”

“My coat?”

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, his face a bright pink.

“They’re just boobs, Grant,” she chuckled, hoping to put him at ease. “You’ll see more of them soon enough,”

Her words did not have the intended effect. Her classmate’s face went from bright pink to gray in an instant, and he let her coat slip from his fingers and fall to the floor.

Shit, this isn’t going well, she told herself as she picked up her coat and threw it on an armchair in the living room. For this to work, I’m going to have to take charge.

“Relax, Grant,” she purred, taking his clammy face between her palms. “And enjoy yourself.”

Not waiting for a response from the obviously overwhelmed young man, she kissed him, her tongue pushing against his firmly clamped lips. After a few seconds, his jaw relaxed, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. He did not reciprocate, however.

“You don’t like kissing?” she asked him when she pulled back.

“Um, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you liked what I just did?”

“No. I liked that.”

“So, you like kissing?”

“I have never kissed anyone like that before, so I don’t know if I like kissing. All I have the data for is kissing you.”

“But you liked that, right?”

“Yes. Very, um, very much.”

“Want to do it again?”

Grant nodded but made no move to do anything. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Ashely leaned in and again brought her lips to his. This time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth right away. But even after several seconds, he had not responded in the way she had hoped.

“Put your tongue in my mouth when I kiss you,” she whispered in his ear. “Push it against mine.”

“Oh,” the again pink-faced young man replied before she renewed the kiss.

When his tongue met hers, she felt an unexpected twinge between her legs. The initial awkwardness of the situation had dispersed any lingering arousal she had been feeling from her teasing banter with Corey in the car, but Grant actually reciprocating in the kiss was enough to bring some of it back. Deciding to blaze forward, the young woman took her client’s trembling hand in hers and brought it up to her chest. For a moment his palm just rested against the swell of her breast, then it gave a tentative squeeze.

I didn’t expect that, Ashley thought as a jolt of pleasure shot from her chest to her pussy. He’s barely touching me.

But it was enough, she realized. The feeling of providing something that the young man could have never had without her help, a sensation that was much stronger with Grant than it had been with Corey, worked its magic on her. She doubted Grant would be able to take her to orgasm like their friend had, but at least she should be ready for sex by the time she led him to that point.

With a gasp and a jerk, Grant recoiled from her, his unexpected action pulling her out of her thoughts. Ashely stumbled, almost falling forward into him. At the same moment, he stepped back, wringing his hands and looking everywhere but at her.

“What the fuck?” she snapped, glaring at her classmate as he seemed to shrink in front of her.

“Sorry, Ashely,” he replied, eyes moist. “I did not really expect this. I thought Corey was joking around about, um, knowing a companion who could take my virginity. And then you showed up, and I knew it must be a joke, because you are, well, you.”

“So, what’s the joke? Me being a whore and willing to fuck you for a hundred bucks?”

“Companions are not whores. Like I said…”

“I’m not a companion, Grant,” Ashley snapped, unable to stop her voice from betraying her annoyance. “I’m a whore. I’m here to fuck you, to ‘take your virginity’ as you put it, if you have the money. Is that the problem—that you don’t have the money?”

“No. I, uh, I do. Have the money, that is.”

“Okay, so go get it and we’ll get down to business. Did Corey tell you what would happen? I’ll suck you off first, since that will probably help make the actual sex more enjoyable for us both. Then I’ll get you hard again…

“In the ‘Jaynestown’ episode of Firefly, Inara is engaged to be the first experience for the magistrate’s son. There is a greeting ceremony Casibom Giriş that she performs before the physical intimacy,” Grant interrupted, wiping his hands on his pants as he spoke.

“And if I’d known about that being what you wanted, I would’ve watched the show and come prepared. But I didn’t know, and I don’t know any ceremonies for, uh, this. So, if I’m not going to be acceptable to you…”

“No, you are, um, you are much more, uh, much more than acceptable.”

“Great. Then go get the money, and then we can have some fun.”

“Okay,” the skinny young man nodded before scurrying away.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Ashley asked herself.

***

“Did you like feeling my tits?” Ashley asked Grant once she had the hundred-dollar bill stashed in her purse.

“Well, I only felt one…”

“So, you only have the data to say whether you liked feeling that one, right?”

“Right,” the skinny young man smiled as he nodded.

“And did you? Like feeling that one, I mean?”

“Um, yes. It was… incredible.”

“You want to see them?”

The eighteen-year-old brunette did not wait for an answer. She unbuttoned her blouse, then tossed it on the chair on top of her coat. Her client’s eyes, which were fixed on her bosom, looked as if they might explode out of his face. When her bra followed her shirt, Grant’s mouth fell open.

“You like?” Ashley asked, cupping her breasts with her hands, pushing them closer together.

“Yes,” the young man breathed, his eyes larger than ever.

“Want to see my puss too?”

“You’re what?”

“My pussy. My vag? My honeypot?”

Grant nodded, and Ashley figured that he was once again speechless. Taking pity on him, she gave him a kiss on the lips before starting to work her jeans and panties down her hips.

“Oh. You are shaved. Like the girls in pornography online.”

“Oh, you’ve seen porn?” she asked as she leaned toward him, letting her breasts hang in his line of sight as she finished removing her pants. The low moan from the young man assured her that he was enjoying what he was seeing, even if he did not really know how to express it.

“Um, yes,” Grant nodded.

“You’ve seen girls suck dick?” Ashley asked, straightening back up.

This time, he only nodded, eyes still glued to her chest.

“And would you like me to do that for you?”

Another nod was his only response before he pulled his polo shirt over his head, exposing white skin and a narrow, almost sunken chest.

“Slow down there, Mr. Eager,” the brunette smirked. “Let your companion do the work.”

“You said you were not…” Grant started to object, his eyes finally traveling back up to her face.

“I did, but let’s pretend I didn’t so you can pretend that I am what you want me to be.”

“Oh, Okay, I guess. I mean, I would like that. Thank you, Ashley.”

The young woman gave her nervous client what she hoped was an encouraging smile, then she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward, scrutinizing his face as she closed the short distance between them. As she had expected, shock was the first emotion to show on his pale face. But after that, she thought she saw something more primal drive the shock away.

Nice to know he can feel lust, she told herself as she knelt upright in front of him and yanked his zipper down. This might not be as bad as I thought.

“You’re nice and hard,” she purred before mouthing the bulge of his erection through his white, clean smelling briefs. “Guess you like your companions a bit more on the whorey side, huh?”

“Uh, I guess.”

Chewing her bottom lip and making sure not to lose eye contact with the young man standing in front of her, Ashley pulled Grant’s underwear down, letting his longer than expected penis bounce free. Dropping her gaze, she studied his manhood, noting that the shaft was skinnier than the head. None of the guys she had been with before had such a shape, and she wondered how it would feel inside either her mouth or her pussy.

“Nice,” she smiled up at him, giving the tip a kiss and pushing her tongue into the hole to lick out his oozing precum. “You want me to suck on it now?”

“Y…y…yes,” Grant stammered, his pelvis moving forward maybe an inch or two.

Opening her mouth wider, Ashley engulfed the head of his shaft, lips tightening just where his penis narrowed behind the mushroom tip. Making sure to reestablish eye contact, she winked then wiggled her tongue against the underside of his bulbous crown.

Seconds later, Grant let out a long, low groan as his hips bucked forward and pushed his length another couple of inches into her mouth. Ashley sucked hard for a second, then the twitching of the penis in her mouth alerted her that she had miscalculated. But it was too late. Salty and slightly bitter semen gushed over her tongue and into her larynx.

Not thinking of the consequences, the eighteen-year-old brunette ripped her lips off her young client’s erection, dropped to her hands and knees, and coughed semen from her mouth and nose. And while she did so, feeling a growing ache in her chest as well as a burning sensation in her nasal cavity, she came to the awareness that something cold and damp had landed on her scalp.

“Did you get cum in my hair?” she croaked, glaring up at Grant.

“Sorry,” he moaned, backing away from her. “I could not help it. You pulled away but it was still going everywhere.”

“Fuck, Grant,” Ashley sighed, sitting on the floor. “Warn a girl if you’re going to shoot that soon. I think I took half your load down my windpipe.”

“You have some, um, stuff coming out your, uh, nostrils.”

“Yeah, and it burns like hell,” she replied, using her hand to wipe her nose and upper lip.

“I should get you a washcloth,” Grant announced, then he was gone, leaving her naked on the floor.

***

“Thank you for getting the washcloth and showing me where the bathroom is,” Ashley said, strolling into Grant’s bedroom where he waited for her, shirtless. “I’ll still need to take a shower before I leave to make sure I got everything out of my hair, but I’m good to go.”

“Again, I am very sorry, Ashely.”

“It’s done. It’s not a problem. And let’s just say I’m glad I sucked you off first, because I think you would have been pretty disappointed in your first time if you had exploded in my puss that fast. And speaking of your first time, we should move on to the main event. How do you want me? Doggy style? On my back? Riding you?”

“What do you like?” the young man asked, backing into a corner of his room.

The room looked much like Corey’s, expect more sterile. While Corey’s room was as tidy, his walls were adorned with game posters and his shelves topped with different models of what she had assumed were spaceships. No pictures of any kind decorated Grant’s walls, and his bookshelves contained only books. It was as if the room had failed to absorb any of the personality of its inhabitant.

Or maybe it has, a voice in her head spoke up. Maybe it’s his personality that is too sterile.

“It doesn’t matter what I like, Grant. This is what you want.”

“On your back then, I guess.”

“So, you don’t want me to take charge and ride you? That might be easiest for you.”

“No,” he replied, his voice growing stronger as he took a few steps toward the middle of the room. “If I am going to lose my virginity, I want to be the one who, um, does the work.”

“I can’t argue with that,” the brunette chuckled, pleasantly surprised by even a modicum of assertiveness on the young man’s part.

Ashley climbed onto the twin bed before rolling to her back and spreading her legs. For a moment, she noted that Grant’s eyes fixated on her exposed, and again damp, sex. A smile crossed her lips, and she slipped her fingers between her legs and used them to spread her labia.

“You want to ram your dick inside there?” she asked Grant, who nodded without looking up.

Reaching down with her other hand, Ashley slid two fingers into her vagina. It was not as slippery as she would have liked, so she pumped her digits in and out a few times to get everything flowing. The combination of the sensations from her warming loins and the shocked and lustful expression on Grant’s face brought her to readiness in only a matter of seconds.

When she withdrew her now dripping fingers, she watched her client’s eyes track them as she brought them to her lips and sucked them clean. The young man gulped, then struggled to remove his pants, underwear, and socks. And while she watched him, afraid he would fall, Ashley realized that she should have helped him undress before getting on the bed. She sat up, intending to assist him, but Grant had already managed somehow to remove everything without tripping. His jutting erection leading the way, he climbed onto the bed.

Smiling, Ashley wrapped her hand around his skinny shaft and used it to gently pull him toward her. When he was in position, the bulbous head of his shaft poised between her wet and swollen labia, she let go of him and ran her hand up his narrow chest.

“Ram it in, Grant,” she breathed, pushing her pelvis toward him.

The young man closed his eyes, shuddered, and pushed his way inside of her. As he did, Ashley felt her pussy expand around the bulbous head then tighten around his shaft. She did not feel as full as she had with Corey or other guys with thicker penises, but that rounded tip of it stimulated her in a way that caused a sudden wave of tingles to spread from her loins to her belly.

“Does that feel good?” she asked him, hoping he would slide the rest of the way inside of her. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“No, I am not,” Grant agreed in an awestruck voice. “And I never dreamt it would feel this good.”

“Bury it in me,” she moaned, humping up at him. “Fill me all the way inside.”

Grant stared at her for several seconds without moving. But just when she thought she would have to encourage him more, he thrust home. And as he did so, the crown of his penis rubbed inside of her, igniting more tingles and eliciting a throaty moan.

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Adventures of a Literotica Author Ch. 03

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Amateur

Authors Note: Between April 2008 and May 2008, I submitted a total of five stories under the name tantric_explosion.

I no longer remember the email address I used for my Lit membership, for that author name. I found the final drafts of each story and with permission from Literotica, I am resubmitting the stories, under my long time name – The Style Guy

Denny’s Restaurant — June, 2005

I was sitting close to the front door, when they walked into Denny’s for our late morning breakfast date. She was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a tight white tee-shirt, jeans and casual shoes. I was confident that underneath were a white satin bra and thong set. When she saw me, her face brightened in sexual lust.

He was dressed casually in jeans, golf shirt and sneakers. When he recognized me, his pasty white skinned face turned bright red. Together, they walked to my booth.

Literotica Feed Back — April, 2005

Hi, I want to tell you that your first story was great. I love stories about dominant men and the idea of a dominant hair stylist; surrounded daily by woman was unique and wild. I also enjoyed that the story took place in West Hartford, CT. I live in nearby Bloomfield and recognized many of the landmarks! I was creaming in my panties as I read! Please write more! Kitty

My first story had been posted on Literotica for six days and generally received positive comments and feedback.

Kitty’s feedback was the first I received from a woman that included a valid email address. I’ll admit that I had a stirring in my groin, when I noticed she lived in Bloomfield, just a few miles away.

I wrote back: Kitty, Thanks for your kind words about my first story and encouragement to continue writing. I think I’ve caught the Literotica bug! After reading the stories for years and finally posting my own, I’m hooked.

I also enjoy stories about dominant men and submissive women and enjoy that theme in real life. I think many others do too, but are forced to bury their feelings. I’m glad I don’t have too. I’m also glad you’ve shared your feelings. Thanks. Christopher

I’m Christopher. At the time of my first story, I was a forty-four year old professional, married father of two. My wife and I had an active and fulfilling relationship, including great sex. She enjoyed my domination, to a point. However, when I crossed “the line,” she would turn-off for the night. I craved the opportunity to meet a sub/slut.

Kitty surprised me, when she sent an email the next day. Hi Christopher, I know what you mean about burying dominant and submissive feelings. I found Literotica by accident. My computer was in for repair and I was using my husband’s. I found the site in his history file and when I looked more closely at the stories, all he read were stories about dominant men.

Those stories excited me also and I started reading them too. One night, Henry caught me. He was surprised that I liked the stories and we compared our favorites. It gets frustrating, knowing we both like a D/s theme, but we have a boring sex life. I just can’t figure it out.

Anyway, you should know that Henry and I each gave your story a “five.” He “got off” on it as much as I did. Your friend, Kitty

Kitty and I exchanged emails almost daily. I learned that she and Henry were high school sweethearts, had been together for a total of sixteen years and married for ten. Both were in their mid-30’s, taught high school and were thinking about starting a family.

The picture she forwarded showed the happy couple. Kitty was very cute, with a short, very curvy, full and healthy body. Her brown hair was styled, framed her face and hung to her shoulders. Kitty’s eyes were bright and her smile was wide and gleaming. She wasn’t beautiful. Instead she was cute and innocent looking.

Henry was standing behind her in the picture. My first thought was, in ten years, he’ll be the “Pillsbury Dough Boy.” He is short, pasty white and overweight.

Several days after I had sent my picture, Kitty observed, “You look a lot like the description of the character in your story. How much of the character is truly you?”

I answered, “I based the character on me, my looks, my personality, and my sexual desires and fantasizes.”

It took Kitty another week to ask the question she was really thinking about. She asked, “How much did you exaggerate the size of your penis?”

I ignored the question completely and waited. Three days later Kitty wrote, “I see you’re not answering me about your size. You must be a four inch wonder like Henry.”

In my next email, I told her, “Sorry about that. I forgot to answer. No, I’m not four inches. I’ll admit to rounding up, so I’m not nine inches. I’m closer to eight and a half. I’m told that I’m pretty thick.”

Kitty’s two word response was, “Holy shit!”

When I opened my email, the next day, I found more feedback for my story:

Literotica Feedback — June 2005; Hi, My wife and I love your story and we hope you write more. Henry and Kitty

The email address was different. Escort bayan I suspected it was Henry’s. I answered, “Thanks for your note. I have three more stories in various stages. I’ll let you know when they’re ready! Christopher

I also sent a note directly to Kitty. “You little married slut! What are you up too?”

She responded, “No one has ever called me a slut before. I almost came when I read it! I’m not sure what I’m doing. I keep thinking about you. I keep thinking about how you treat the women in your stories. It turns me on and I’m pretty sure it turns Henry on.”

I quickly wrote back to Henry’s email address, “Hi Kitty and Henry. Thanks for your note and the encouragement to keep writing. I think it’s exciting that a husband and wife can enjoy the types of D/s themes I write about. Do you have that type of relationship? Which of you is Dom? Christopher”

And to Kitty, I wrote, “Sweetheart, we both know what you’re doing! You’re acting like a slut. You’re a married woman and you’ve emailed a stranger, almost daily, and shared the secrets of your intimate life and sexual fantasizes. We also know that you’re trying to decide if you want to make your fantasy into reality. And now you’re using your husband and bringing him into your little game. Do you want to cuckold him?”

When I checked my email, the next evening after work, I found two. The first from Henry said, “Neither of us have dominant tendencies. We’ve been reading stories on Literotica and have found we like those with a D/s theme. It’s frustrating. I’ve found my wife is submissive and I’m passive. Henry

I read Kitty’s next. “You’re right and you’re wrong. I am using Henry. I’m pushing him to explore. But you’re also wrong. I’m not trying to decide. I’ve already decided. If you can talk Henry into it . . . well, you fill in the blank.”

After three short weeks of daily emails to Kitty and Henry, we met.

Denny’s Restaurant – June, 2005

As they reached the table, I stood and pumped Henry’s hand and welcomed him. Turning to Kitty, I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. Her breasts squished into my chest as I leaned in and gently pressed my lips into hers. Smiling, I let my hand drop and cup her left ass cheek, before pulling away. As they slid into the opposite side of the booth, I had to smirk at the couple’s complete sexual naïveté.

We had an enjoyable time, chatting and eating our late breakfast. Their initial nervousness disappeared after a short time. They were intelligent and had a wide variety of interests. I was enjoying my time with them.

As our waitress cleared the remains of our breakfast, Henry started, “Well, we were kind of wondering . . . if you wanted to come over for the afternoon?”

Henry fidgeted, as he waited for a response.

“What do you have in mind?”

He nervously continued, “Well, the Red Sox are playing. Maybe we could hang out and watch the game.”

I stared at Henry and shook my head, “I hate to waste an entire afternoon watching baseball.” I ended with a shrug.

“We don’t have to watch sports,” he eagerly went on. “We could do something else.”

“I’ll ask you again, Henry. What do you have in mind?”

Henry glanced at his wife and when she nodded for him to continue, he said, “Would you be interested in doing something . . . like from your stories?”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “Tell me more.”

“Kitty and I have been talking about you and how you act. It really excites her and she wants to try it.”

“Why don’t you do it, Henry?”

He couldn’t raise his eyes from the table. Instead of answering, Henry shrugged.

“I’m interested in playing, but I need an answer to my question.”

Henry’s pasty white face had a deep blush, as he admitted, “I can’t treat Kitty like she wants to be treated.”

“Look at me Henry,” I instructed. “How bad does Kitty want this?”

He gulped and admitted, “She wants it really bad.”

“Does she want to be a slut?” I asked.

Henry nodded, and answered out loud, “Yes.”

“And you? Do you want me to treat your sexy wife like a slut?” I asked.

“I do,” he whispered.

“Are you giving me your wife?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be with us?” I asked Henry.

“I’d like to . . .”

“You’d like to what?”

Henry steadied himself and said, “I’d like to watch.”

“Will you participate?”

Again, he shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

I looked at Kitty for the first time, since the discussion turned to sex. “Is this what you want?”

Wide eyed, Kitty nodded.

“You want to be my slut?”

“Yes,” she croaked.

“Ask me.”

She took a few seconds to collect herself and then asked, “Please . . . please let me be your slut.”

“Do you want Henry to watch?”

Kitty looked at Henry and then at me. “Yes,” she slowly said.

Looking at both husband and wife I explained, “The only rules will be my rules.”

Both nodded their agreement.

“Kitty,” I started, “Are you excited?”

“I’m really Escort excited! This is unbelievable.”

I continued, “Is Henry excited?”

At first Kitty was confused by my question. She wondered, “Why is he asking me?” Then, with a smirk, she figured what I wanted. I watched as her hand moved to Henry’s lap. She giggled and told me, “Oh yeah. He’s real excited.”

“It seems like we’re all excited. Let’s head to your home.” I called for the check, paid and together we walked to the parking lot.

We exited Denny’s and when we reached the parking lot, I pointed to my Land Rover and told them, “Kitty can drive with me,” and led Kitty to my vehicle.

Henry looked uneasy, but didn’t say anything. I opened the passenger door for Kitty and as she stepped onto the running board, I reached down and cupped her jean covered twat and squeezed.

She jumped and in a surprised grunt, said, “Oh God, yes.”

I massaged her pussy through her jeans, leaned in and stuck my tongue into her ear and finally told her, “You have one minute to strip.”

Cupping her by the ass, I lifted her into the Range Rover and closed the door. As I circled the car, I caught sight of Henry, waiting by the entrance in a gold Honda Civic. I waved to him, opened the driver’s side door and climbed in, next to a topless Kitty.

She had just dropped her bra and in an automatic gesture covered her very large breasts. “You have less than thirty seconds to get your jeans off.”

Remembering my instructions, Kitty uncovered her breasts, unbuckled her belt and jeans and wiggled them and her white, thong style panties over her hips.

I didn’t give Kitty the satisfaction of looking at her. Instead, I started the car, pulled out of the parking space and behind Henry.

Once on the main road, I asked, “How long is the drive?”

“About fifteen minutes,” Kitty answered.

“Do we pass a drug store, on the way?”

My naked passenger looked around, to become re-oriented and answered, “Yes. We pass a Walgreen’s.”

“I forgot a bottle of lube. We’ll need to stop.”

“Christopher, I need to know. Are you really going to fuck my butt?”

I waited a few beats before telling Kitty, “Have no doubt. Before I leave you, my cum will be dripping from your ass.”

My already rock hard cock became harder, as Kitty wiggled her naked ass into the front seat of the SUV and groaned, “Oh God!”

I looked at Kitty and watched as her imagination took over. She looked adorable. Her face was cute and she looked ten years younger than her thirty four years. Her brown hair was pulled back into a short pony tail and held in place by a preppy blue and white polka-dot bow.

I re-evaluated her body. She wasn’t plump. Instead, she was solid and curvy. Her skin was flawless and had a healthy glow. Kitty’s breasts were huge. They were very firm, but because of the shear mass, they hung down. They were capped with large brown areoles and topped with long spongy nipples.

Kitty’s thighs were pressed together and she was gently squeezing them into her hairless puss.

I watched as Kitty dialed her husband’s cell and then watched though the windshield as Henry answered his phone.

“Hi Henry,” Kitty purred. “You need to make a stop at Walgreen’s.”

She listened to his response before continuing, “Please buy some Astro-Glide.”

After another pause, she impatiently responded, “So I won’t be split in half, when he ass fucks me.”

I noticed a bit of nastiness in Kitty’s tone. She was listening to Henry again and curtly said, “No Henry. We’ll go to the house.” She looked at me before adding, “Look in your rear view mirror.”

I looked ahead at the mirror in Henry’s car and watched his eyes, look back at us. Kitty rose up in the seat and exposed her bare tits to him. “And you better hurry.” In a last dig at her husband, she finished, “We may even start without you,” and she ended the call.

I was going to comment on the way she was treating Henry, but decided now wasn’t the time. I wanted all my options open, as our afternoon was just beginning.

We arrived at Kitty and Henry’s home a few minutes later. They lived in a neat Cape Cod style home, compete with a picket fence. It was on the outskirts of town and fairly isolated.

Kitty had me park in the driveway, got out of the car and together we walked up the brick path to the front door. Although the naked beauty couldn’t be seen from the neighbor’s homes, she easily could be spotted by a passing car. It was hard taking my eyes off the sway of Kitty’s full round ass and bouncing breasts, as she made her way, unobserved, to the front door.

Once inside their home, I simply instructed Kitty, “Kiss me.”

She smiled, came forward, leaned into me and pressed her soft moist lips into mine. Her arms circled my neck, while my hands gripped her waist and held her against me. Kitty’s naked breasts mashed against my chest. She groaned as I pushed my tongue into her warm wet mouth and ground her horny twat into my thigh.

I bit her lobe Bayan escort and whispered, “Are you ready to be a slut?”

Grinding even harder against my leg, she croaked, “Oh yeah. Make me your slut.”

Letting my right hand drop from her waist, I pressed two fingers against her aroused pussy lips. Kitty let out a loud, “UUUUUUrrrrrggggg,” as she circled her hips against my probing hand. “I’ve waaaaaanted this for soooooooooo fucking loooong.”

I pressed Kitty against the entry hall wall, continued a deep French kiss and worked my fingers around her over heated hole. I easily found her g-spot and teased it with my finger tips.

“You wanted what?”

Kitty was humping into my hand and groaned, “Being a slut . . . soooo goooood . . . soooo . . . fuuuuuucking . . . gooooooood!”

She was moving toward an orgasm, when the sound of Henry’s car could be heard, pulling into the driveway. Pulling my fingers from her twat, I instructed, “Clean them,” and pushed my two glistening fingers into Kitty’s mouth. She gagged slightly and then enthusiastically moved her tongue around and cleaned my cream covered digits.

Hearing Henry’s footsteps approach the front door, I told Kitty, “Open the door, pull him in and aggressively give him a kiss.”

Henry was caught off guard, when Kitty pushed him against the wall. He mumbled, “Oh yes,” as she pressed against him. He dropped the Walgreen bag and his arms circled his naked wife.

“Thank you . . . thank you sooooo much . . . for this!” Kitty was almost out of control as I walked up and pressed into her back, sandwiching the horny brunette. I held her hips and pressed my raging pant-covered boner into her ass. Kitty actually started to shake, she was so excited.

I leaned in and whispered, “I want a beer, slut.”

She pulled her tongue from Henry’s mouth and answered, “Yes Sir!”

She slid from between us and Henry and I both watched as she made her way to the kitchen. Her ass looked delicious.

I led Henry from the entry way and into his spacious family room and plopped onto a bar stool. Kitty returned a few moments later carrying three Coors Lights. As she handed them out, Henry nervously said, “I think we need some rules, before this gets out of control.”

I started to shake my head, but didn’t need to, when Kitty jumped in, “We talked about this already, Henry.”

Gaining some confidence, he continued, “I know. But this is new for both of us. I think we need to set some boundaries.”

Kitty gave him a huge smile, approached him and kissed him aggressively. She reached to his waist, pulled his shirt from his jeans and wiggled it over his head. His pudgy stomach and pasty white man-boobs jiggled as she tore his shirt off. Leaning in again, they kissed hard.

“Come with me,” Kitty told him. Taking his hand, she guided him to the other side of the house. I heard a door close and then for the next few minutes, some muffled bickering.

She returned alone a few minutes later and I asked, “Where’s Henry?”

Kitty smiled shyly, blushed and said, “He’s in our bedroom and in time-out.” She laughed as she finished.

When I raised an eyebrow, Kitty continued, “Henry won’t bother us. I promise.”

“Strip me,” was my next instruction.

Kitty’s smile got wide as she stepped in front of me. As she had done with Henry, she pulled my shirt from my slacks and over my head. My tee shirt followed and she dropped it to the floor.

She took a moment and placed both palms against my chest and traced up to my shoulders and down my arms. “You’re in good shape and have a great bod!”

Reaching for her hanging breast, I cupped it gently. Kitty was purring, as I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips into hers. Our tongues dueled together. I continued to massage her heavy breast and let my other hand drop to her lushes ass. Kitty groaned into my open mouth as I explored her round globes and tight crease.

After an energetic kiss, I instructed, “Finish undressing me.”

Kitty dropped to her knees and quickly pulled my shoes and socks from my feet. After unbuckling and unsnapping my jeans, she pulled them and my boxers to the floor. It took a few extra tugs to get my jeans completely off, as Kitty was distracted by my hard thick cock bouncing inches from her face.

She stared for a few moments and then smiled and said, “I remember what you told me.”

“About what?” I asked.

“You said hands were for hand jobs,” her smile got wider as she finished, “and mouths were for blow jobs.”

Kitty’s hands rested along her thighs as she opened her mouth and leaned in. She took over half my cock, nearly five inches, on the first try. I was tempted to take hold of her head and continue to push in, but decided to see what Kitty might offer on her own.

Very slowly, she backed off and let her tongue drag along my shaft. She circled the head and then started a slow decent. When I hit the entrance of her throat, she gagged, backed an inch out, caught her breath and pressed down again.

Her throat was tight and circled my cock head. “That feels fucking incredible,” I encouraged Kitty. She groaned and the vibrations rocked my balls. Backing me out again, she stopped when my plum size head was resting on her extended tongue.

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I couldn’t stop thinking about Rita for the next couple of days and started to question my sanity. Had I been dreaming? Was the incongruous image in the front of my mind of the naked 59-year-old grandmother sitting in the village pub with her huge sagging tits and hairy pussy based on reality?

It had started with my Dutch Courage-induced proposition to the plain older barmaid at the village pub in Devon, England: would she consider flashing me her tits in return for modest payment. Rita was desperate for extra cash to pay off some debts and, after initial reluctance, had amazed me by obliging a few days later!

Rita was a grandmother of 59, some 18 years older than I was. She was about 5’4″ and could never have been described as a looker with short, mousy brown hair and thick glasses.

Slowly, she had pulled her t-shirt up to reveal a white lacy bra. It was slightly transparent and I could just make out the dark circles of her nipples through the lace.

She had reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Wide eyed, I had watched as her two huge, slightly wrinkled tits eased out and rested on her plumpish belly. Her brown nipples were nearly 2″ in diameter and stuck out for at least ½ an inch.

One thing had lead to another and I had ended up licking her to orgasm before wanking over her sagging tits and hairy cunt with her obscene encouragement. It had been a bizarre end to a mundane working week.

After a few days away on business, I headed back to the pub at 6.30 the following Thursday. As always, it was deserted at that time, and Rita was standing behind the bar polishing some glasses. She greeted me with a somewhat nervous smile.

“Ah Nick, listen, no one must ever find out about what happened last week — I’m so embarrassed and worried sick that my husband might find out.”

“Of course not Rita, it’s our little secret — you have my word. But does that mean that you regret what happened?”

“Well no, actually I can’t stop thinking about it and about how you made me feel.”

“Good, well, providing we are discrete, are you happy to continue with our arrangement?”

“Well I guess I do need the money!”

Rita came out from behind the bar and I noticed that she had made quite an effort. Although no beauty, she had had her hair cut and applied a little more make up than usual. She wore a white satin shirt that was ever so slightly transparent and I could just make out the white lace bra beneath.

Last time, I had cheekily asked that she wore a skirt this time and she had duly obliged. Although it looked slightly dated, she wore a navy blue skirt that came to just below her knee. Black pantyhose or stockings (I hoped!) and black court shoes with modest heels completed Escort bayan the look.

“What do you think?” she said, placing a beer on the table for me and walking over to turn the key in the front door of the pub before sitting down.

“You look wonderful Rita, you turn me on so much.”

“How did you find my panties since we last saw each other?” Rita had given me her sodden white lace panties as a souvenir of our encounter the previous week. “Have you been playing with them?”

“Yes, everyday, and usually two or three times.”

“Show me. Show me what you do, Nick — please”. She sounded just a little breathless.

“Well hang on just a minute Mrs Evans, isn’t the idea that I pay you to see your assets?” I teased.

“Nick, I just love the thought of you playing with your cock and can’t believe that I turn you on — I’m 59 years old for goodness sake!”

Rita moved a little closer and crossed her legs allowing her skirt to ride up a little and I caught a flash of darker nylon as it did so.

“Do you always look up ladies’ skirts Nick — that’s rude.” She uncrossed her legs again and made a bit of a show of adjusting her skirt.

“You said that you wanted me to wear a skirt this time — do you like what you see?”

I admired her slightly chubby legs encased in the silky black nylon. “Yes, they’re gorgeous — can I see some more please?”

“I thought it was my breasts that you liked — you spent enough time looking after those last week! Don’t tell me that you have a thing about my legs as well?”

“Well, actually yes — and your shoes.”

“My shoes, God Nick I am worried about you — you really are a bit kinky aren’t you?”

“No more than the next man, it’s just that I’m honest with you.”

What happened next astounded me.

“My shoes are a little dirty Nick, can you clean them for me please?”

I bent down and sure enough there were two or three little spots of mud on them. I took her right foot in my hands and started to wipe off the dirt with my hands.

“No, I meant for you to lick them clean!”

I looked at her in astonishment.

“LICK THEM!” she commanded. It started to dawn on me: this plain, rather dowdy older woman had a different side to her character. She liked knowing that she had some power over me and that she could make me do things like play with my cock and lick her feet. She definitely changed personality very suddenly.

My cock strained in my pants as I slowly bent down and licked at the black patent court shoe and my senses were assaulted by the combination of the smell of leather and the feel of the hard, sharp heel.

“Now the other one.” She uncrossed her legs and I took the opportunity Escort to look up. I could clearly see the white tops of her thighs framing white panties at the tops of her stockings. Better still, I could just about make out the dark thatch of her pussy through the thin material of her panties.

“Stop looking up my skirt and clean my fucking shoes you little prick.”

Wow, she was getting the hang of this, I could tell and there was no sign of the nice, meek woman I had been talking to a few minutes before!

“Yes ma’am”

I lifted her ankle and licked the shoe until all spots of mud were gone.

“Now take them off and clean the heels.”

I did as she instructed and inserted the heel of her shoe into my mouth and started to suck it clean, massaging her nylon clad toes as I did so.

Her knees were now seven or eight inches apart and I could smell her arousal as I continued with my cleaning duties. Her right hand had moved on to her left breast and she was clearly massaging the nipple through her shirt.

I started to lick and suck at her toes through the black nylon and could hear her breathing getting heavier as I did so.

“So Rita, which one of us is the foot fetishist now then?” I teased her, pausing momentarily from my business.

“Oh Nick, please don’t stop, you are making me so horny.”

She unbuttoned her shirt and had eased both tits of her bra cups. She looked like a right old whore with her 38d’s sagging out over her shirt, complete with huge erect brown nipples.

Slowly I worked my way up her legs, massaging her feet and toes as I kissed her calves, knees and lower thighs. My prize was in slight and the damp, musky smell of her mature pussy was overpowering.

I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties and she lifted her sizeable arse off the chair to help me ease her panties down over her suspender belt and stockings and off.

This is what I had been thinking about all week! No neatly trimmed or shaved pussy for 59 year old Mrs Rita Evans, no sir. Sandwiched between the black tops of her stockings and the contrasting white suspender belt, was the hairiest cunt I have ever seen in my life. Her pussy lips were slick with womanly slime and protruded from the black thatch of hair.

“Please Nick, please do what you did last time — you’re the first person that’s ever kissed me there.”

It was my absolute pleasure and I circled my tongue around her inner thighs and thatch without touching her lips or clit. She started writhing and bucking her thighs.

“Come on, lick my cunt you horny bastard!

I relented and started feverishly running my tongue up and down her pussy lips before settling upon her clit, which was sticking Bayan escort out from the black hair like a little cock.

She lasted a matter of seconds before drenching my face in her come with a loud guttural groan.

By this stage I was so horny I thought that my modest cock would explode. Although we had kind of an unsaid agreement that we wouldn’t actually fuck, I was hoping for more than just the opportunity to wank whilst admiring Rita’s tits and cunt this time.

I unbuttoned my jeans and my 6 and a half inch penis sprang out, purple with anticipation.

“Come here” she said, slowly regaining her breath.

“Look at my pussy Nick, look what you have done.”

The black hairs were soaked with her juices and her lips were swollen with arousal.

“Mmmm — looks nice”

My cock bobbed in front of her as I admired the view and she reached out and grasped it with her right hand.

“Have you ever had a blow job from a grandmother before, Nick?”

I shook my head as she bent to pick up her discarded panties from the floor. I sat down next to her and she lifted her nylon-clad feet into my lap and started rubbing my swollen cock between them.

“I bet you would love that, wouldn’t you? An old maid like me sucking your cock like a slut?”

“Yes” I stuttered unable to concentrate as she continued to wank my cock with her stockinged feet.

“Oh look, these are even wetter than last week’s – smell!” She held her discarded panties to my nose and the aroma of wet cunt was unbelievable.

It was too much, and with another rub of her feet on my cock, my jism sprayed out from between her toes and over the table next to us.

“Look’s like the blow job will have to wait then! Now I know that you like my feet!”

Just with that, the front door rattled.

“Oh shit,” said Rita, “its old John in for his usual pint”

Rita handed me her panties, smoothed down her skirt and buttoned her shirt whilst slipping on her shoes.

“Oh my god look at the state of me, whatever will he think?”

“Don’t worry Rita, I’ll let him in and make some excuse about you running late, you get yourself sorted out in the Ladies.”

I handed her £50 and she kissed me on passing.

“Oh thank you sir but I would do this for nothing — next time I promise to make extra special.”

I could feel my cock rise in anticipation as I watched her big arse sway as she headed to the toilets.

“Evening John, Rita’s just been caught on the back foot a little and is running a few minutes late — can you hold on for a few minutes for your pint?”

“She’s a horny young thing she is.” said 75 year old John.

“If only I were twenty years younger, I could show her a thing or two!”

John looked at the white stains on my jeans and on the table.

“Looks like you already have lad, looks like you already have…”

He winked and took his usual seat at the bar.

To be continued…

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The next morning, Karyn and Joe headed downstairs for a late breakfast. The other two couples at the Inn had checked out early, so they were the last guests. They sat down to eat with the 3 owners. They learned that the place was actually owned by the two sisters at the table. Kristin was the older sister. She was around 40, but youthful looking with long, straight, jet back hair. Kristin’s husband was considered the head of the staff and maintenance. Kristin’s younger sister, Danni, was in her mid-30s. She had shorter, red hair also fairly straight. She was divorced and threw most of her energy into running the B&B.

As they all ate breakfast, Joe took a closer look at each of them. They were both around 5’6″ tall, were thin and looked like they worked out. He remembered seeing them at the weekend yoga classes the Inn offered. They both had small chests, maybe a small B-cup, but they were still perky despite their age.

The two of them were asking Karyn about what she liked and did not like about the place. They were always looking for ways to improve and make the place more inviting to new clients. While they talked, Kristin’s husband, Tony, talked with Joe about the upcoming football season for both college and pro.

As everyone was finishing their breakfasts, Danni pulled Karyn and Joe aside. “So, I understand you two enjoyed an extra special spa treatment yesterday.”

“Well, “Karyn replied, “we did go online and gave it a 5 star rating! But really, yes, we certainly enjoyed our time with Katie, she’s a special woman.”

“Oh, I agree,” Danni smiled. “She and I have hit it off since day one around here.”

Karyn picked up the vibe and gave Joe her ‘this seems promising’ look.

Danni continued, “last night when Katie told us about your visit, she really didn’t leave out any details. We were all pretty excited about it.”

“Wait,” Joe interrupted. “You said ‘us’ and ‘we were all’. Who exactly did Katie tell?”

Danni flushed before she spoke. “Sorry Joe, it was just Kristin, Tony and I. Really, no one else. We were doing our daily download of things that went well and things that could have been better.”

Seeing the tension leave Joe’s face, Danni continued. “No one else is coming in until tomorrow, after you check out. We were wondering if you wanted to join us for Kristin’s birthday cake. Tony said he had some fun ideas.”

“Of course we would,” Karyn answered Escort bayan quickly before Joe could speak.

“Great,” Danni replied. Kristin is in the kitchen, let’s go get her. Joe, do you mind going behind the barn and getting Tony?”

Joe found Tony where he was told. Tony smiled as he realized the guests had agreed to a repeat of their visit yesterday. He had Joe help him finish stack some wood. It only took five minutes, but Tony wanted the delay.

As the two men approached the sitting room, where Tony knew the women would be, he stopped to let Joe in on his plan. “Hey Joe, it’s my wife’s birthday, will you help me give her a little surprise?”

“Of course,” Joe agreed.

“Great! I know this sounds goofy, but I was thinking we could turn on some music and pretend we’re strippers.” Tony looked at Joe nervously, but Joe readily agreed. Tony smiled and turned up a mix tape.

The guys entered the room in just their briefs and shirts. The found the women on the couch. Danni was at one end, Kristin on the other and Karyn in the middle. Tony went to his sister-in-law’s side, Joe to Kristin. They were both dancing, trying to be a little suggestive. The women spanked the guy’s butts a few times before popping open a bottle of champagne.

The men pulled off their shirts while the women pretended to be in the audience at a strip club. After a little more dancing, Karyn suggested to the sisters that it was time to play.

The sisters grabbed the man in front of them and pulled off their briefs. They then pulled out cans of whipped cream and applied it across the men’s chests with a line down to their waists and then finally along the length of their hardening cocks.

Karyn watched as the other two women began licking all of the whipped cream off the guys. As they began eating their treat off the men’s cocks, Karyn unhooked their tops and pulled them off, revealing their small, firm tits. They each had relatively small nipples, hardened from their desire.

The women never missed a beat and began licking and sucking the cock before them. Joe enjoyed the warmth and skill of Kristin’s mouth and tongue. He noticed that Danni did not seem to be a stranger to Tony’s thick dong. He also noticed Karyn strip off her clothes.

Karyn stood and led Tony to an adjacent couch where she sat down, leaning up to kiss her new toy. Danni followed, dropping her shorts and Escort panties. Joe pulled Kristin up to kiss her, managing to slide her jeans and panties off in the process.

As they continued to kiss, Joe watched his wife lie back on the couch while Danni slid her face between Karyn’s legs. Danni kissed the soft, clean shaven pussy before her. She wasted little time before she started licking the wet slit deeply, working from the bottom to the top. When she reached the top, she paid special attention to Karyn’s clit, causing shivers to run down Karyn’s spine.

After a couple of minutes, Tony replaced Danni, licking and sucking Karyn’s clit with an increasing pace. Once Joe saw Tony starting to pay attention to Karyn, Joe pushed Tony’s wife down before him and began to aggressively probe her sweet, wet cunt with his tongue. He could still see Karyn and Tony’s ongoing onslaught on her swollen pussy lips.

By now, Danni was straddling Karyn’s face, riding her tongue. She used a couple of fingers to tease Karyn’s clit at the same time. Joe started paying more attention to the dripping pussy before him. He increased the speed his tongue flicked against Kristin’s clit, and began fingering her with two fingers, His fingers moved so fast they were hard to see.

Karyn cupped Tony’s jaw, pulling him away from her pussy, despite the fire burning in her. She motioned him to lie back on the couch while she got on all fours. Karyn stroked Tony’s shaft, marveling in its thickness. Danni joined her in pleasuring the hard rod before them. They took turns sliding their tongues up and down the growing pole. Periodically, one of them would take it into their mouths and they would slide as much as they could take into their mouth and throat. When this happened, the other woman would lick and suck on Tony’s heavy, full, balls.

Joe also changed places with his partner. As he sat on their couch, she climbed next to him on all fours and nearly inhaled his hard rod all the way into her silky mouth. Kristin stroked his shaft fast and hard as she sucked the tip of his cock, twirling her tongue across its sensitive ridge.

Karyn was ready, she was literally dripping. She positioned herself in a reverse cowgirl. hovering momentarily above Tony’s bursting cock. She eased it’s head between her swollen, darkened pussy lips and easily accepted its thickness, sliding down to the base effortlessly. Following Karyn’s Bayan escort lead, Kristin did the same to Joe. Both woman began riding, fucking themselves hard and fast. Kristin’s small perky tits bounced invitingly as she rode Joe.

Karyn then lifted herself off of Tony and again got on her hands and knees. Tony knew what she wanted. He positioned himself behind Karyn and began to slide his thick, aching cock into her. Again, Kristin mimicked her new friend, dismounted and moved to all fours, wiggling her ass in front of Joe who eagerly accepted her invitation. Joe grabbed her slim hips and drove his rod home, deep into Kristin. He adjusted his grip, grabbed her hips again and just let loose, fucking Kristin as fast and as hard as he could. His balls smashing into her clit.

While Joe pounded away, Karyn moved back to the first couch and bent over it. Tony positioned himself behind her once again. This time, Danni positioned herself in front of Karyn, giving her access to Danni’s throbbing pussy. This did not last long as Karyn felt Danni was being left out. Karyn had Tony sit on the couch. Danni straddled her hung brother in law and let her lust quicken her pace to a fast fuck. Meanwhile, Karyn straddled Tony’s face and began riding his tongue.

Danni’s built up excitement quickly exploded out of her. As she rode Tony she began yelling, “Yes, YESSS, YESSS, YOU FUCKING STUD!” As she finished, she stopped moving and slipped into a muscle trembling orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Watching her sister get off then pushed Kristin over the edge. Her pussy suddenly clamped down hard on Joe’s cock, pulsating as she too went into a huge trembling orgasm. Unlike her sister, she made hardly any noise. Karyn, enjoying the sights, sounds and smells in the room also quickly hit her body ripping orgasm, shooting her fluid into Tony’s mouth. Both men could no longer hold off. They shot their heavy loads deep inside the sisters’ quivering slits.

As they uncoupled, the guys sat in nearby chairs. Danni pulled out a vibrator and started working her sister’s still swollen pussy lips and clit. “Happy birthday sis!”

Karyn began licking Kristin’s rock hard nipples and soon, Kristin was exploding into another orgasm, this one shaking the couch the women were on.

As they finished, Tony pulled out a very large birthday cupcake for his wife. As she held it, Karyn jerked off Joe and Danni jerked Tony. The two women expertly pulled another explosive orgasm from the guys, each directing the flow of hot white cum across the top of the cupcake. Once they were done, they immediately fed the special treat to Kristin one bite at a time.

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This is a true story, as of 1 year later I have just sucked a guy off 1 more time.

I am 35 6 foot and 235 lbs. I was dressed in khakis, Superman boxers, and a dress shirt as I just came from a meeting. I smoked some weed just as I got there to relax. After i paid the clerk in the front I walked back to the video booths. I skipped the front booths and went further back to a private booth with no buddy window. I barely noticed a younger guy as i went back and started some lesbian porn and stroked. I left the curtain open in hopes someone would watch me and offer me head.

After a few minutes I heard someone talking on a cellphone briefly and then he came over to watch me. I mostly watched the video as I stroked my cock. He was about 20 and thin. He was wearing sweats and I watched as he stroked some and then pulled out a thick 9 inch cock. Without either one of us talking I ignored him as he moved closer to me. He pushed my leg some to get closer and I found myself watching him more and more. He Escort bayan was shaved and hard and I had never seen a cock that close.

I started to get scared because I was sitting at the same level as his cock as he was inching closer to my face. Each time I looked at the screen he moved closer, not saying a word, until he was touching my face and chin with his cock. I stopped stroking myself and looked up at him. I knew he wanted sucked so bad but instead I reached up and touched him. First his shaved balls and legs and then using my hand to stroke him. The whole time looking up at him or his cock. The booth turned off and i hoped I could leave but he seemed so annoyed I put 4 more tickets in and started stroking again.

Finally, he whispered, “Kiss It”. I hesitated and he said it again. I wet my lips, at first I kissed just the sides and stroked him. Then I licked my lips and kissed and then sucked just the head of his cock. He says, “nice baby” as I feel his head swell Escort in my hot mouth. I take more in and start stroking him as I suck. I take too much as he fills my mouth and a gag. I take a break and stroke him while catching my breath. He strokes some and keeps hitting my face. I look up at him as I kiss and lick up and down his thick cock. He gasps as I go lower so I start licking and sucking his balls as I stroke him. He says, “Good baby, more.” as I suck his salty balls.

I lick his entire underside of his cock as I move to his head and start sucking again. I am so hard at this point that I keep taking more and gagging. After I stay down once he moves one of my hands to his firm ass and he puts his hand on my shoulder. As i slowly take it all and gag some he holds my head and starts slowly fucking my mouth. He calls me ‘babygirl” as he starts teaching me what to do. He goes faster and deeper, sometimes holding his cock in my throat. I panic and push against him with my hand and he Bayan escort lets me take a break.

“Thats’s a good girl” as I stroke him and then slide one hand to his hard ass as i start sucking him again. He takes my other hand immediately to his other cheek and puts one hand behind my head. As I taste his precum and gag on his cock he places the other hand behind my neck. I pull back but he puts my hands back on his ass as he says “Suck it slut.” I gag as he starts fucking my throat hard. We are moving a lot and he has gotten louder but no one is around. I struggle to breath as he keeps going as he calls me babygirl and slut and tells me ” you love Daddy Dick.” I am desperately trying to get him off as the door chime goes off. He quits and steps out and is talking to someone else as he comes in.

I cum so fast watching the video. I watch a hot blond sucking a black cock. I cum all over my hand and though I never taste my own cum, I decide to clean off my hand. He is watching again as I clean off my fingers. I stand and buckle up. He pulls out his cock as I move towards him. He says “No faggot, you’re going to finish what you started.” Shocked, I could barely breath. I knelt down on that dirty floor and said, “Yes sir.”

Continued in Part 2

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Carla and I had been at the cabin for a full day all by ourselves. We were supposed to meet our friends John and Alice here, but they had been delayed a few days because of weather. So, we had a quiet dinner together, shared a bottle of wine and talked of old times.

We have been friends forever, well, actually we were born on the same day, in the same hospital, at nearly the same time. Our mothers had become fast friends and so we practically grew up together.

Over the years since childhood we had drifted away, if not apart, from one another. And I had thought about that. Why had her and I never gotten together. I guess I was not attracted to her in that way when we were younger, though I don’t know why not. She certainly was not ugly. well, she wasn’t pretty either, when you got right down to it. But that was not the issue. We were great friends, we knew each other pretty well, and we had shared much of our lives together in one way or the other – just not in a sexual way. In every other intimate way we were very close – or so I thought.

Our birthday was coming up and our plan was to just go to my cabin, do some fishing and boating and hiking and such, have some good conversations and some card games for a couple of weeks – you know just hang out. It had been her idea to invite our friends, Jim and Carol, whom we had known for nearly as long as we had known each other. Jim was my best friend and Carol was Carla’s best friend, and it was weird that when they met, it was as if they had known each other forever. They were inseparable from that point on. The way she had put the idea to me seemed a little out of character for her, I thought at the time and then promptly forgot about it. And so we made our plans.

I had stopped by her house a few hours away from where I lived and she was waiting for me on her front porch, unlit joint in one hand and her suitcase handle in the other. I laughed, then helped her into the car. She hadn’t changed that much from the last time I was her a few years ago. She was a short woman, standing at 5’2″. As i said she had never been pretty, and the years had not been kind to her. her skin was wrinkled and sagging, her overweight body covered by loose fitting shirt an jeans, she had never taken care of how she dressed or really what she looked like. She had never been married and had never had children, and really, as far as I knew, she had never had sex. It had never been discussed between us.

I had been married – for nearly thirty-five years. We had had two children, though our son died when he was 16 in an auto accident. Anne’s health began declining after that and cancer took her a several years later. All that time I watched as her health trickled away, trying to find a way to make her healthy, to bring her back to me. She was my life and I could not go on without her. But I had failed and when she finally passed, I was a mess for some time. But Carla was one of the people who helped me get through and continue with my life. And I do love her for that. I always have loved her, actually.

I had been laying in bed for about half an hour, just waking up. Finally I got up and put on my robe and tied it over my waist, covering my superhero boxers and went down stairs to start the coffee. What I saw when I got to the kitchen has changed my life forever, and i am sure I will never forget a single detail of that sight, or what followed for as long as I live.

Carla was standing at the open fridge with her back to me and squatting down with her fat legs parted and jiggling, one hand at the juncture of her legs and the other holding an 8″ long 3 inch thick cucumber with the tip and what looked like the first inch or so of it in her fat asshole.

It was the most amazing, erotic sight I had ever witnessed. Here was my lifelong friend, whom I had always thought of as sexless, completely naked, her fat sagging body quivering with carnal lust as she pushed that cucumber deeper into herself. Her other hand was busy at her cunt, I assume, fingering her clitty as I watched. I kept quiet. I wanted to see what she was planning.

Almost unconsciously I reached down and pulled out my cock, which was throbbing at this show. As I watched her, she soon had the cucumber completely in her ass and was beginning to fuck herself with it as her other hand worked at her cunt. She began moaning, making sounds I never thought to hear from her throat. It wasn’t long before I watched her body spasm with her orgasm. I watched as her chest heaved to catch her breath. I watched as she pushed the cucumber all the way inside herself and then leaned against the open fridge with both hands, her fat body spasming and jerking from time to time.

I watched for a few minutes before finally deciding to move this along myself. I cleared my throat and nearly laughed, as she jumped, startled and turned around to see me holding my hard cock openly. She gasped, nearly chocking and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as Escort bayan she saw me, her eyes drawn towards my hard, thick 8.5″ cock, then back to my face as I watched her struggle to say something. I have to admit that just watching her like that had really turned me on.

I watched as her eyes filled with tears and she struggled to find a way to explain this. She seemed to reach the conclusion that there was nothing to say and looked up at me with sad pleading eyes. I really didn’t know what to say at this point either.

“So, what? Were you just going to cut that up into a salad later and not tell anybody where the cucumber had been?” I tried to put a humorous note in my voice, to make it a joke, but apparently I was not very successful. Carla immediately lost any control she had and burst into tears, collapsing to the floor in a blubbering fat pitiful heap.

“I am so sorry,” I heard her say through her sobbing. She buried her head in her ample arms and cried hard for a long while. I let her cry for a little before squatting down next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer some amount of comfort. It took a little while, but finally she calmed down to some degree and just started spilling words through her sobs. It was a long and often broken story she told me, and by the time she was done, I realized how badly my choices had affected her life. I felt confused and sad and angry at myself and so many other emotions, that it took me several moments to come to terms with what she said.

Pretty much the gist of it was that for as long as she could remember she had been in love with me, but her own low self-esteem would not allow her to make it known to me in any way. She told me of how she tried to compensate by allowing men to use her in more degrading and disgusting ways as time went on. She had never allowed herself to feel anything towards those many men, only that she had to obey their every whim, no matter what. Of course it took several years for her to get to this point – where she had no regard for her own happiness, only the release of the sexual tension she carried with her as if it were her purse. And what I had just seen was her lack of concern at being caught. I thought maybe she had done this on purpose, just to get caught by me, but she would not admit it at that point.

As she finished her long terrible story, she looked up at me with pitiful puppy dog eyes, filled with some kind of hope I could not define. My head was spinning and I really could not think straight. And then she shocked me even further. Without a warning, without a word, she got to her hands and knees and crawled over to where I was standing, bent down and kissed each of my feet, then looked up into my eyes. With only a little hesitation she said, “Make me yours, Sir! Please?!!?”

I was dumbfounded, speechless. When I didn’t answer for a few moments, she went on, “Dan, I have always wanted you. I have needed you. Now all I have left is my need to be with you in any way you will have me. If you don’t take me, I have nothing left to live for!”

There it was, right out there in the open. This woman, whom I had known since my birth had reached her bottom, the lowest point of her life, as far as she was concerned. I could hear it in her voice and see it on her face. She was just barely hanging on. If I gave the wrong answer now, it would destroy her.

Something inside of me clicked, and I knew right then what I had to do. Smiling softly I walked over to her, cupped her chin with one hand, and offered my free hand to her to help her to her knees. Now, I was not ignorant of the D/s lifestyle. Of course I had read about it and even imagined myself as a Dom. But, other than fantasy, nothing like this had ever come to me before. I was not about to let it slip away, and I loved Carla too much to see her going through the emotional wringer anymore. She had suffered greatly through her life and in a way it had been my fault. She needed me, and that was enough.

The other thing I realized was that our relationship could never be normal – that of two long-time lovers retiring together at the end of their lives. No, it would never be that. I knew that, and I knew that Carla did not care about that. I could hear that in her voice as well. So, with that I stood up tall and looked down at her. “Is this what you want, Carla,” I asked, already knowing the answer.

She looked up at me and I saw a smile that was more real on her face than I had seen in years. Her face actually became attractive as she looked into my eyes, nodding desperately as she said yes over and over. Taking the lead from all the porn i had read, I said firmly to her, “Kiss my feet, slave!”

Immediately she bent down to accomplish that command and I could hear her sobbing with happiness. When she had kissed both feet far more thoroughly than the first time, she looked up at me with eyes made beautiful in their happiness. I reached down and Escort caressed her fat unattractive face. “Are you giving yourself to me, slave?”

“Yes, Dan. Oh God yes – I am yours forever. If you want me,” she said, dropping her head at the last statement.

“Look up at me, slave!” I commanded. “I will take you, slave. But do not think your life will be easy under my foot. Do you understand?

“Yes, Dan,” she said softly. I smiled to myself and thought that this just might be fun for me, as I reached down and slapped her fat face sharply. She squealed and fell back, looking up at me in shock. I made the effort to remove any emotion from my face as I looked down on her. Even though I really do love her, I could not let her know that just yet in our relationship.

“You will address me as Master from now on, slave,” I said harshly. I watched her eyes carefully to see the effects of my statement. There was no change in her demeanor, other than acceptance. I continued on, with a cruel, careless tone in my voice, “You are my slave, my property. You will have no thoughts of your own from now on, other than how you can best please me. As far as I am concerned, you are nothing more than an animal! Do you understand, slave?

She nodded her understanding hurriedly, a smile of happy contentment crossing her fat face. I knew i had made the right choice for her at long last.

II

Carla was in heaven. At last – finally – and she still could not believe it, but yes, here she was – on her knees at the feet of her long-lost love. Well okay, not long-lost perhaps – she had never been his truly. Only in her heart and mind. Carla thought back over her life as she knelt before him the taste of the skin of his feet still on her lips.

The things she had done to try and compensate for not having him! The hurts her heart had suffered as she watched him live his life from afar! Her heart had broken right along with his when first Billy died and then when Anne died, she was at his side, wanting so desperately and so selfishly for him to notice her in that way, to love her the way he had loved Anne.

Through the years, while there was no filling the gulf that had been ripped into her heart so early in life, she sought other ways to find fulfillment. She had given up on happiness. She found herself doing things that normal people would never even think about. She had been the slave of an older couple for nearly ten years, soon after Dan had married Anne. When they tired of her, she found herself in a small apartment they had bought for her, but with no job and no prospects that she could see. After that it was a series of more and more humiliating situations with men and women, including selling her body.

She was not proud of that. It made her feel cheap and worthless, and even now, when she thought that perhaps she had finally found her place with Dan, she knew she was still worthless. Yet now, if she could possibly believe it, she had found the true happiness she had given up on so many years ago.

She had known all through her life she was ugly, that no man would want somebody as unattractive as she was. But she and Dan had been friends from before she could remember. They grew up together, sort of, even though they lived on opposite sides of town. In the back of her mind there was always that hope …

Their mothers had become friends when they had met, giving birth to her babies and remained close over the years. Carla had developed a curiosity about their friendship, though she could not put a finger on the reason why. Then, one day, almost innocently, she had found out just how close her mother was to Eli, Dan’s mother.

She had gotten home earlier than usual one Saturday afternoon and found her mother with her hands tied behind her back, on her knees, eating Eli’s fat pussy. She was so shocked she just stood there and watched as Eli forced her mother’s face deep into her fat thighs and hairy mound. Sometime later, she quietly crept away to her room, where she fell onto her bed, just numb.

That scene had effected her deeply. It had grown in her mind and made a home for itself there. Her imagination, over the years, had enhanced that vision in many different directions. She never said anything to Dan, or anyone else about what she witnessed, ever. The thought quickly crossed her mind of telling Dan – uh, Master, about it now, then quickly forgot that as he commanded her to kiss his feet, words she had been dreaming of hearing from his lips forever.

In her imagination all kinds of kinky things took place after that scene. The more she dwelled on that vision, the darker her thoughts and fantasies became, all of them involving Dan. It was that which had taken her down the road of sexual depravity. If her mother was willing to be that way, then she, who was not nearly the woman her mother was, must be destined for that life.

By the time Dan married Jane and had Billy, Carla had lost all Bayan escort her inhibitions about sex. By the time she turned 40, she was a full slut, she thought, having done things she was sure her mother had not even thought of.

On her fortieth birthday she gave herself a present – she had gone to a dive in the industrial part of town and got drunk and soon began offering herself to the bartender, a skinny old man of about 70 or so, she thought. She showed no shame as she spoke out loud and brazenly, knowing the patrons were listening with rapt attention.

Ben, the old bartender, threw his bar towel at a man at the end of the bar and told him to ‘hold the fort.’ She went willingly into the small, stinky bathroom with him, where he commanded her to strip and get on her knees. As soon as she had done that he took his cock out and she took it in her mouth. She had learned along ago that old men still got as hard as they ever did and she moaned nastily as she took his six inch long, really thick cock into her mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to cum and when she had swallowed his load he grabbed her by the hair and led her to the open commode at the side of the small bathroom. He told her to kneel in front of it and lean her head back with her mouth open.

As she did that, he took off his jeans and underwear, walked over to her and turned around. He looked back and told her to guide his ass hole to her mouth, which she did, her tongue immediately probing his old wrinkled bud. He moaned nastily and then told her to open her mouth wide for her dinner.

At first she was shocked, having never gone this far before. Then it occurred to her that at this point, why should she resist? How could she resist? She realized right then that she was an animal, a pig, and deserved to be treated as such.

With that in mind, she eagerly licked the old wrinkled asshole, encouraging him to give her his gift. As soon as his firm poop hit her tongue she came with an orgasm like she had never felt before, her whole body tingling and quivering as her orgasm took over her being. His nasty shit filled her mouth and he told her to chew it really well and dribble down her chin.

When she had done this he moved his ass away and pushed again letting a long thin stream of wet shit fall onto her sagging chest and lap and mound. He commanded her to lick him clean then stood up and turned around, telling her to rub his shit into her like it was soap. She came again as she rubbed is nasty thin waste into her fat body and listened as he laughed long and hard at her.

Soon he got dressed and picked up her clothes and threw them in the wast basket, then spitting on them for good measure. He told her to just stay there for the rest of the day and service his patrons as they came in. He went to the door and opened it and kicked down the stopper to keep it open.

She heard him clearly as he told the rest of the bar about her predicament in the bathroom and the laughter he received as he told the story.

By the time the bar had to be locked up, she had serviced two more bartenders, two waitresses about her age, and all the customers who came in that day. Most of them wanted only to degrade her with piss and shit. One group of five college boys came in and fucked her three holes non-stop for over an hour, then finished with a golden shower.

As the last bartender came in to tell her to go home, he picked up her clothes out of the trash and ripped them from seam to seam, “or you can come with me, bitch!” She went with him and for nearly two years was his toilet slave and pain slut. A couple of times he had come close to killing her by strangulation and cutting. It was years before the last of those scars faded into her aging, wrinkling skin. He finally kicked her out when he moved away, and she went back to her small apartment and went back to that same bar.

That was her life, up until now. Here, at the feet of the one and only man she had ever loved, that love flooded back into her heart more fully than ever. She bent down to kiss his feet, as soon as he had commanded with that sexy authoritative voice. With those few words, he had her in the palm of her hand, and she was determined to prove that to him in any and every way he desired.

And when he told her that last thing, that she was his property, she nearly came on the spot.

“Yes Sir. Ohhh! Yes Master. Thank You Master,” she heard herself say, and had not one single moment of regret. She looked up into his eyes, eager to hear his next words. Her fat body trembled with happiness as she recalled him calling her an animal. That was just what she was and she knew it. She had come to enjoy thinking of herself in that way. And she knew without doubt that this was right, that he knew exactly what she needed and who she was.

“Suck me!” he commanded shortly. Without batting an eye she complied, taking his hard, thick cock into her mouth and throat effortlessly. She bobbed her head on and off his cock as if it were her cunt for a few strokes before backing off enough to actually suck him as he had commanded. She loved the moans this action had solicited and was eager to show her Master how good she was at sucking his cock.

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This is my first entrant, so please be gentle with me… sub2silk.

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i kneel in the room. i am not blindfolded, have no gag in my mouth, am not bound in any way. i am also not naked, but wear a pink silk thong panty, covering my shaved, erect penis and balls, i also wear a pair of hold-up stockings on my smoothly shaved legs. There is one other in the room, my Mistress. Her body, naked just moments before, is now shrouded with a white cotton robe, wet patches on the back, and the hips attain to the passion that has just been meted out to me.

For some three hours i have been humiliated, raped, verbally abused, teased and tormented, and i thrilled at every moment of it. Her strap-on has been in my mouth, in my ass, Her crops and whips have touched my back, legs, shoulders and ass, my poor abused ass. Though i am free to do so, i do not speak to Her, do not draw any attention to myself, even as i long for more of Her attention. i am silent, waiting, watching.

She Escort bayan moves through the room, picking up the toys that She used on me, the strap-on, the dildos, the whips, shackles, crops, paddles, and of course, the lingerie. As She bends down to the floor, Her robe falls open and i see glimpses of Her free breasts, not constrained by the black leather that She wore during our session. That black leather is now piled by the door, awaiting my attention later tonight, or perhaps tomorrow morning. As i watch Her i see how the muscles of Her lower leg move beneath Her skin, and i try to imagine what it would feel like. As Her skin glides over Her muscles, i think: Would it feel like the silk that flowed across my own skin, as Her skin surrounds me, would i be able to move freely beenath it, or would i be restrained, my movements limited? So many thoughts, so many fantasies filled my mind, with Her being the common thread.

As this is Escort our first real-life session, She has said the She would tidy up after us, and that i must watch, for in any subsequent session i would be the one to clear up the mess. As i watch i make a mental note of where the implements live, where She leaves the used clothing, Her leathers, and my lingerie. Finally, everything is back in its proper place, and She takes a deep-breath, looking toward me wearing a smile as She holds Her robe closed. “Now for act two!” She says.

Still silent, i watch Her move to the hanging toys, stroking many of the items, some of which She had used, some of which She had not, yet. She knows that i still watch Her, knows that i tremble as i see Her caressing Her toys. She moves to Her wardrobe and opens the doors. In one side is a row of leather clothing, teddies, bras, pants, skirts, catsuits, boots, gloves, every item of clothing known for a Woman, all in black leather. Bayan escort In the other side, the complete opposite, the most feminine, sexy, silky lingerie and nightwear known to man, and some unknown to man. Bras, panties, stockings, garters, slips, camisole, nighties, pyjamas, robes, all either hanging on rails or arranged on shelving. i watched, needing Her to go to one of the sides, knowing that i had not choice as to where She would go. She moves to the lingerie, and i smile. She selects a bra, hold-up stockings, thong panties, a matching camisole and tap-panty set, and a range of silk scarves, these She leaves in a pile, on the chest of drawers. She turns and smiles at me, not saying a word. i watch Her return to the wardrobe, watch Her stop in front of the half filled with leather. She pulls out Her leather teddy, leather boots, and a pair of leather gloves, these She also leaves on the dressing table.

Facing me again, She smiles, and crooks a finger in my direction. “It is time, come here, little one!”. i watch Her smile, listening to Her, after ‘act one’, i dread ‘act two’, i dread it, and yet i don’t, in fact i can’t wait, can’t wait just watching Her.

Act two is another story, which will, one day, follow…

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